I am broken, may you mend me
I am blind, help me to see
This mess of human overtaking
Unworthy one who goodness flees

I need a Savior nigh to rescue
A tortured soul's cry to redeem
My hands fall empty in their giving
nothing offered it would seem

But for a cross with blood once flowing
Life laid down, death victory
My imperfect heart was purchased
Paid in blood on wooden tree

For life is offered, life is taken
May I give it all to you
I have this, a shattered vessel
Take it now and mend it new

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