Put me back together. I fell apart.
You Creator, you understand the heart.
I am prone to wonder, I feel it every day.
All of these years trying to escape home, now all I want is to return.
Just a spark to change the heart.
Put me back together. Is there a way?
If I am who I say I am, won’t I be who I’ve always been?
Oh I ache, for the real that takes time, I wanna be something real within a world of fake.
Oh my cynical heart, begs for bread from the stones. Can I live on words alone?
Just a spark, please, will it change my heart?
Put me back together. Teach me words like hope and peace.
Can I know grace? Words to heal this heart of mine.
I want to find a way. Can I be the real thing?
Just a spark for my cold heart:
To breathe in hope and grace, to breathe out peace and justice and mercy.
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