I know you want me to minister to the broken
But so many times, I want to pretend they don’t exist
I don’t know how many times I have seen people hurting and turned the other way
I wanted to help them, but didn’t because I thought someone else would.
You command us oh Lord to stand beside the broken
Lifting them up in every way we can
So I am asking you to teach me how I can stand beside the broken
Amidst my busy, hectic, chaotic life.
I find it so easy to sing about the broken,
and at the same time I find it so hard to actually put these words into motion
a command that people pretend applies to everyone but them
This is not right, but that’s how people live sometimes
Hearing only what they want to hear, and shielding the rest out
Trying to hurt for the hurting, and sharing in your suffering
Trying to live for you, but only doing what I want
There is so much more to life than words, but it involves us leaping into action.



