These broken pieces they crumble in my hand
Filtering through my fingers like grains of sand
As I fix my gaze upon them on the ground
I shed my tears but no one hears my sound
Inside of my stomach the knots I'm feeling
I cry to the Lord for His divine healing
In those broken pieces I can see a picture
Of the good and bad there is a mixture
In the questions and doubts and loneliness
I know there is a place of peace and rest
The battle waged against me will cease
I choose to walk in the Lord's joy and peace
I will not drown but have strength to swim
I choose to cast my cares all on Him
Those broken pieces I still may see
But I know the Lord still cares for me
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