Tis this song of heart
But it feels hard to sing aloud
I’m caught up in the crowd
Wondering if I’m enough, still sticking around
And by the reminder of my tears on ground
I question myself—if I’m making you proud

Tis a song I want to sing
Worship of the morning, though on broken wing
I feel robbed by the world of stolen kiss
I pray often, but often the hurt keeps me to my knees
And I’m quick to count all my fears
Stuck in this burden of my burning guilt

Tis my broken song I have only
Singing till your strength becomes my portion
Raising my arms, and heart as widely open
Redeeming those faults, and daily sorrow
Knowing only for today, you’re to decide my tomorrow
I am just a flower—waiting on yours, and power

Tis songs I sing in despair
As when life feels unfair, I know in prayer
To meet in hope, and always find you there

Lord I thank you for this song
Broken as it is, it allows the fixing in me.