Broken

Broken? Can this heart of mine

Be more broken, sorrow find

A place more lowly than my soul?

Why be broken? Why not whole?

"Child, listen, broken things

Don’t need mending constantly.

Being broken and contrite

Means submission, broken right."

As the wild stallion starts,

Submits to bridle, then departs

As rider wills. So I will be,

Father, broken, willingly.