Just A Little Broken

Based in part on… life…. and Psalm 34:18:

Morning Has Broken Over Maria Magdalena

Just A Little Broken
by Michael Romani

Down at the church, I heard it spoken
That all of us are just a little broken
You know, I couldn't deny it
I wouldn't even begin to try it

There in the contractions of our humanity
Lies the base and decrepit symptoms of vanity
At times it makes me filled with doubt
Wondering how it is and what it's all about

In this world we have so much in disrepair
In degrees of separation we sit in despair
Throwing our hands up; we don't want to hear it
Probably cause we are to scared to fear it

Down at the church, I heard words spoken
That all of us children are just a little broken
You know, I can't so I won't deny it
I'm always looking for truth; so, I wouldn't try it

Too many hearts lost as they get neglected
Damaged goods tossed aside, these are rejected
Too many relationships set to full meltdown
As society around continues to falter and breakdown

The world is full of those suffering broken heart
Too scared, on red alert, to even really start
The Lord saves the multitude of the crushed spirit
At least those among who can still hear it

Down at the church, the pastor has spoken
Reaching out to all who are just a little broken
You know, there is no sense, I don't deny it
We have hold on to hope though we're scared to try it

David's heart was contrite with a wish to be pure
His breaking point prayer was the desire for a cure
Like so many with stubborn pride endangered by self will
The habits of sin provide the path of seeming thrill

But these ways of destruction leave us in self despise
Wanton in our lusts we see the world with darkened eyes
All of this the result of choosing to pursue our sin
In the self-denial of the need to be born once again

Down at the church, I heard it spoken
That all of us are more than just a little broken
Try as I like my seeing eyes won't deny it
In a sold out world, there's no one left to buy it

(c) January 6, 2019   Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved

Mirage Motel 66-  Broken Windmill Acrross A Desert Sky

 

 

 

 

 

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Writer, poet, musician, surfer, father of two princesses.
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