Break me open til you see

the other side thats part of me.

That's the only way I come alive,

When I'm broken - nothing to hide.

Littered trash and empty holes

wear away the tattered soul,

til' there's nothing left inside of me -

or what my life was meant to be.

But I see a face beyond my mirror

who offers grace - who's love is clear.

Who's power closes all the gaps

between the valleys untraced with maps.

Who's voice shakes thunder, angel voices

Who's hand is given for all our choices;

Who's whispers make the clouds disperse

as Heaven sings its mighty verse.

Tattered souls won't find a place

In a world stripped of it's grace.

Hard hearing words of mindless greed

take the place of eternal need.

But, Father, make my life a song,

and by my weakness make me strong.

Unchain me in this world of fear,

and make the far become the near.

-Mary Lauren