The Soul That Wants To Be Whole

Travail of soul

Is what I feel

My heart in knots

When I kneel

I come before You

Seeking grace

As dark surrounds

I seek Your face

Instead of joy

I feel angst and sorrow

Today I weep

And again tomorrow

In need of balm

My wounds and hurts

My mourning soul

Feels only thirst

The world is broken

And so am I

My hope draws near

Look to the sky

The dawn is coming

He rides the clouds

He brings His justice

To shame the proud

We wait, we pray

The time seems vast

T'il the day we shout

"We're whole at last"

Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. (Matt 5:4)

You do not delight in sacrifice, or I would bring it; You do not take pleasure in burnt offerings.  The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, You will not despise. (Ps 51:16,17)

For thus says the One Who is high and lifted up, Who inhabits eternity, Whose name is Holy:  "I dwell in a high and holy place, and with the oppressed and humble of spirit, to restore the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite." (Is 57:15)

The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all. (Ps 34:17-19)

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; His understanding has no limit. The Lord sustains the humble but casts the wicked to the ground. (Ps 147:3-6)