God Saw My Heart Needed Breaking

When my heart He began to break
I resisted it with fear.
Torn and ripped, profusely bleeding
I’d not let anyone near.

Then I cried unto the Master
Please, mend my heart again.
He began, but He knew what it needed
Joints of tenderness: the glue to mend.

He said, See the tiny pieces?
As He took each piece in hand.
These are breaks I had to make
They were all necessary for My Plan.

In making something I can use
I see sections too hard to bend.
They must be movable pieces
Able to adjust as I intend.

For this is not a one-time thing
Breaking one’s will must happen often.
You need a glue that is flexible
A joint that I can soften.

As He melted me with tenderness
I could not see why.
I finally yielded to His skill
But first I had to die.

At last back on the wheel
Happy to have made it there.
Amazed that He chose me to be
Something He would repair.

So now I don’t resist
When a tear I see appearing.
I just say, God break me all You need
And I’ll not be one that’s fearing.

Written by Sherry Bleeker

© 8/4/01

Author: Jay Jones

Jay is an author, veteran church planter, speaker, and the pastor of the Pentecostals of Kentwood. He's a passionate worshipper of Jesus Christ, a husband, daddy, pastor, and a ‘pretty good guy’. Jay is also an ordained minister of the United Pentecostal Church, where he currently serves as a Presbyter in West Michigan.

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