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

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