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

Sown 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

As I waited there alone

Shaken by my brokenness

As I faced the great unknown

Then I heard the voice of peace

In this distant 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

Sown 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

Sown in the empty spaces

A seed of work left to be done

Each wound my heart embraces

Becomes a witness to someone

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh…

Ooh-ooh-ooh…

God heals the broken places

God heals the broken places

God heals the broken places

God heals the broken places