life doesn’t make much sense… broken particles, this & that
all disjointed pieces, looking for why they exist
all just pieces…
some with jagged edges, where life went wrong
some straight and even, things I’d planned from the start
some have been stepped on, mangled and bent
experiences… I’d rather not have had…
the books I’ve read, places I’ve lived
choices I’ve made… some wrong, some good
that summer job I had one year
that relative I’ve had to deal with so long…
folding laundry, doing chores
those old friends that have come and gone
all those bits and pieces of
a life that doesn’t look much like what I had planned
it looks like a mess… pieces all around
scattered and shattered, random and torn
could there be a reason for every one?
Father, take these bits of life
Build what only you can see
I give them to you, take them from my hands
Lord make my life a masterpiece
life doesn’t make much sense…broken particles, this & that
all disjointed pieces… looking for why they exist
all just pieces…
the world I’ve seen and all I’ve done
colors that seem like they’re still on the palette
the things I’ve learned, the dreams I’ve had
how do we deal with our fragmented lives
it looks like a mess, pieces all around
scattered and shattered, random and torn
could there be a reason for every one?
Father, take these bits of life
Build what only you can see
I give them to you, take them from my hands
Lord make my life a masterpiece
‘Cause I’m through with clutching on to pieces
I wanna see what you can do
set them in place till I have no regrets,
use all I am
Every one of these…broken pieces.
