Lyrics 
No Comments Pick apart
Searching through the rubble
the shattered remains of what is left of my broken heart
Playing my life with a pick that was left to millions of pieces
A heart is tender but there is room for growth
A potter shapes the pot and we are his precious clay
A guitar full of melodies, just waiting to be held
By someone who created it and knows how to make it come to life
A six string guitar, waiting to be strummed
A story of the life I was meant to live with Christ
The lyrics penned out by a master musician, who had a perfect reason for every ryhme
I want to express the way I truly feel, but at the same time should I keep it hidden from others
I know deep inside that God has a unique rythm for every note that He plays
But having my pick broken, for him to fix and mend
A Savior so real that he can take and heal
I ask myself the question why do I even bother
When in the end He is my eternal Father