Broken Me

Why should You care about my brokenness,
what do You see in me that makes You care?
O God, You know I've made it such a mess,
to ask for help from You, I hardly dare.
You look at me and see the one You made,
from dust and love You once created me,
to set me loose, brave God, You weren't afraid,
"Fear not! Your sins bring you humility."
So how should I respond to love so great?
Repair my wrongs and turn back toward Your face,
kneel humbly down before it is too late,
bring to my cares Your mercy and Your grace.
O God, You make my brokenness like new,
as I return my wayward soul to You.

                           -- by Pete Voelz     3/08