Basement Worship Project - God of Broken Things

My spirit calls to you
That I might plant my two feet firm
With the courage that you stir up
Though all around me burns
I allow the world's pain in
With you, God, as my guide
So my heart it isn't ruined
But broken open wide

You are a god of broken things
A loaf shared out - become a feast
A body lifted up to die
A perfume scent released
These costly gifts you take
And even through the suffering
You change the pain of loss
Into something life giving

Help us break the prisons
Of those unjustly kept
And rattle up the systems
That confine with poverty and debt
May we upset the tables of
All those who exploit the poor
And challenge ones who rest
Secure within the walls of power

Help us break the prisons
Of those unjustly kept
And rattle up the systems
That confine with poverty and debt
May we upset the tables of
All those who exploit the poor
And challenge ones who rest
Secure within the walls of power

My spirit calls out to you
That I might plant my two feet firm
With the courage that you stir up
Though all around me burns
I allow the world's pain in
With you God as my guide
So my heart it isn't ruined
But broken open wide
So my heart it isn't ruined
But broken open wide
So my heart it isn't ruined
But broken open wide

Written by:
Carolyn Turnidge, Martin Turnidge

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