Rhi Miles - Sunday

I am broken
I am broken
And I know that it's alright
I am broken
This old soul of mine
Is on a downhill climb

And on Sunday I will go
To the place where steepled flowers grow

I am broken
And I know that it's okay
I am broken
This age old decay
Never mattered anyway

And on Sunday I will go
To the place where steepled flowers grow
In the meantime I will know
That I can read and pray and watch Him restore my soul

I am broke down
I am broke down
My engine will not start
I don't care what you say
For on Sunday I will go
To the place where steepled flowers grow

I am broke down
And I know I'm not alone
I am broke down
This laneway's filled with smoke
I don't care what you say
For one day I will go, go home

I am broke now
I am broke now
But I know I don't need more
I am broke now
"Blessed are the poor,"
Says the Lord

In the meantime I will know
That I can read and pray and watch Him restore my soul
And on Sunday I will go
To the place where steepled flowers grow

Written by:
Rhianna Miles

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