Текст песни Broken Places - First Call

Lay down your weary head
When the troubled waters flow
Life breaks us all sometimes
Where we need to grow
Innocence is not a crime
In time we understand
And find the grace of mercy
Sifting through the fingers of God's hand

I know the broken places
(I've grown strong in every one)
Sewn in the empty spaces
(A seed of work left to be done)
Each wound my heart embraces
(Becomes a cry) that God has won
And He knows the broken places

In barren fields my heart was led
And I waited there alone
Shaken by my brokenness
As I faced the great unknown
Then I heard the voice of peace
In this distance desert land
Reached out for the promise
That was born for every man

I know the broken places
(I've grown strong in every one)
Sewn in the empty spaces
(A seed of work left to be done)
Each wound my heart embraces
(Becomes a cry) that God has won

And God knows the broken places
He treasures every tear
In a jar of alabaster
He'll use to wash away the years

The years of broken places
(I can name them one by one)
And with His love He traces
(The seed of work soon to be done)
Each wound my heart embraces
(Becomes a cry) that God has won
I know the broken places
(I've lived
I've breathed survived each one)
Sewn in the empty spaces
(A seed of work left to be done)
Each wound my heart embraces
(Becomes a witness to someone)

God heals the broken places