Broken Yet a Blessing
When God breaks me down to shards, Let me be as the Alabaster Jar, Broken yet a blessing, Shattered to spread fragrance. When God asks me to die to my self, Let me be as a fallen grain of wheat, Dying yet reborn, Buried to bear much fruit. When God beckons me to follow Him, Let me carry my cross daily, Shamed yet honoured, A life lost to gain eternity. When God reveals His glory, Let me fall down at His feet, Humbled yet glorified, Casting crowns to worship eternally.