Broken
Shattered
Battered
Trifling I am, for there's little left of me
Demurely I ponder whaat could be dome to fix my heart back togelher
Cos derangement and misery had set it asunder
Could it be a lover's kiss and unwavering love?
Or a billionaire's gift of monetary denominations?
In Doom's casket I lay, lost in thought. and with a bewildered subconscious
Soon comes the still small voice
Dashing, and full of hope
Telling me he is the ascended messiah
From endless centuries past
He claims to hold the answers to my bugging questions
And the universe in his palm's tip
He asks for the little pieces of my broken heart
And without compromise. I yield them, so He could work His wonders
Cos from this dungeon, I entreat rescue
His love is like chilled moisture to a thirsty mind;
And a soothing balm to an aching soul
He is the greatest wonder I have ever known
He scintillates more than a million stars
His words aren't verbose to be actualized
He is the little beam of light in the darkest hour
He is the only begotten son of the Almighty
He is the melody in our joyful songs:
The pulsatng strands of our spotless garments
He is the pillar of a million generations
He is jesus christ