Broken

Broken I come to you full of sorrow, hopelessness, despair
Broken I come to you full of hatred, bitterness, shame
I run to you when I am empty
I run to you when there are no words to speak
I turn to you, you're my abba
I turn to you, you're my healer
Transform me, heal me, change me
Heal the brokenness and bring new life where there is now death
I cling to you
Rescue me
Carry me
Lead me, I will follow
Heal me oh Lord, I need you

...But maybe being broken isn't a bad thing
It makes you cling to the things that are most important...
...It forces you to sacrifice, forgive, and love like you've never loved before