Broken

The power of music is that in three minutes it can capture more than you could speak or write in an hour. Here are the lyrics of Kenneth Cope's "Broken."

Broken clouds give rain

Broken soil grows grain

Broken bread feeds man for one more day

Broken storms yield light

The break of day heals night

Broken pride turns blindness into sight

Broken souls that need His mending

Broken hearts for offering

Could it be that God loves broken things?

Broken chains set free

Broken swords bring peace

Broken walls make friends of you and me

To break the ranks of sin

To break the news of Him

To put on Christ till His name feels broken in

Broken souls that need His mending

Broken hearts for offering

I believe that God loves broken things

And yet our broken faith, our broken promises

Sent love to the cross

And still, that broken flesh, that broken heart of His

Offers us such grace and mercy

Covers us with love undeserving

This broken soul that cries for mending

This broken heart for offering

I'm convinced that God loves broken me

Praise His name, my God loves broken things.

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I love the progression of ideas:

"Could it be that God loves broken things?"

"I believe that God loves broken things."

"I'm convinced that God loves broken me."

I think this is indicative of the way we learn. A snatch of an idea hovers around us, and as we dwell on it, it takes a more and more definitive shape, evolving into deeper and deeper concepts until a nugget of truth emerges, like a diamond from a lump of coal.