He Was Broken Long Before the Sky Would Open

for i exist as a vapor then I am no more if you can't hear his voice trust his heart he was despised and rejected yet he never reflected apathy just wanted to let things be all of life sweet child seems to be a mystery laid flight to fantasy but yet in reality he calls forth you and me with a small still voice with a choice pitter patter of soft sandled feet to greet he was there from the beginning with be there when we have past a sorrowful servant that will last the test chosen vessel from heavens glory yet that's not the end of the story just to touch the very hem of his garment the women at the well with a great story to tell a faint whisper and a cry he longs for us to see faith blown up in our face as if a reality may have to move some rocka and things yet freedom still rings in shadows tossed through the derision of pain so what's holding you back to knowing Jesus as your savior for he was broken long before the sky was open come to him for salvation amidst your hesitation he waits to hear your cry as time passes by until that faithful hour when you can be joined to him in a song as if a beacon of light to a hurting world in need of love