Broken

You know... it's funny. Sometimes things happen and you feel as if you are on the top of the world and within a few hours, something else happens and you are crushed. Completely destroyed. That high you had a few hours ago is totally gone. You sit.... wallowing in the pain and frustration. You wish it would all go away. You feel broken, cracked, bruised, and shattered. Every moment of excitement is now tarnished with an ugly crack that threatens to allow everything inside to spill out. Tears threaten to fall. Anger seethes underneath a composure that's barely held.

And all at once..... you feel broken. Completely destroyed. Every emotion is now in a mangled heap. But somewhere from the distance comes a voice...... that calls you. That comforts. That heals. A man comes and lifts you out of the pit. That lifts you out of the pain you wallow in. But he asks before he pulls you out. You must be willing and wanting him to pull you out. He is a healer.... and he takes you in his arms and carries you to where he can look at your wounds and bandage them. They burn as he cleans them. The malice, frustration, and anger burn as he gently rubs them away. For a while, you resist, wanting nothing but to let the pain fester. However, it hurts less after you finally let him repair the damage done. And after all is said and done, he asks that you cling to him as he carries you home. He asks you not look for someone else to carry you but that you allow him to carry you home. His eyes of love see your brokenness and he promises to not let you stumble again.

"Broken" - Lifehouse
"The broken clock is a comfort.
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time.
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts.
I am damaged at best
Like you've already figured out.

I'm falling apart
I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart
That's still beating.
In the pain
There is healing.
In your name
I find meaning.
So I'm holding on. I'm holding on. I'm holding on.
Barely holding on to You."