A Broken Hymn

A broken hymn from a broken man

I came to know you by your silent hand

When words could not come out

I sat alone, a weary shout

When will the sunshine light my face

I feel alone in this human race

All broken things must have their place

So here I lie, a broken vase

Sent to a desert with no sand

Yet all the same a parched and thirsty land

Sent out for work I cannot see

Chained to a God to be set free

When will the sunshine light my face

I feel alone in this human race

All broken things must have their place

So here I lie, a broken vase

On the mountainside a fire burns

Once to see its light never to return

Now lost to find my way back home

Silence shows I am not alone

Here comes the sunshine on my face

held apart from this human race

broken clay left in my place

set to look upon your face