Break my heart, dear Lord, for that which Your heart breaks.
Help me comprehend the gravity of sin,
That I never lose the sight of what it takes
When, unguarded, I allow the wrong to win.
Break my heart, dear Lord, when I to passion yield.
Hold back all desire if I look not above.
Let me not escape Your tender mercy’s shield;
Teach my heart to trust in Your unfailing love.
Break my heart, dear Lord, but not my spirit, please.
Bend me to Your will, and mold me with Your hand.
Humbly now I come and fall upon my knees;
Lift me from the mire, and teach my feet to stand.
Psalm 40:1-3 I waited patiently for the LORD; and He inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the LORD.
Photo taken in Milton, Florida, 2017