Break me Oh mighty crafter A stubborn statue I have been Though the hardships have weathered against me Sought to endure through them, I have But it is not the will of man or myself that seeks me broken It is Your Will, Lord Break me, not so I will fall and crumble Break me, so that I may be rebuilt Crafted in the beginning so that I might be displayed in your righteous and Holy hall at the end A darkness was cast upon the world and I was overtaken Deteriorating, I was Living in this sinful state, I continued Why? Just to exist? When your Son came down, He offered me shelter from the elements I thought myself forgotten, ready for time to take its toll Destroyed, I was prepared to be The corruption went deeper than the surface No longer fit was I to enter your Holy hall at the end of all Yet your Son, by Your hand sent, came to restore me Break me, so that I may be rebuilt in the glorious visage you envisioned Though the elements will be harsh against me still, I will trust in You to keep me Break me, Father, so that I may be restored