Broken Jars

When I look at the scars
The broken jars
Wonder where things have gone wrong
When I look in my heart
My bleeding heart
This is not where I think I belong

Though I see You've grown tired
Your heart's still on fire
The thing I admire when You're near
'Cause when storms are around me
As long as You surround me
For then I have nothing to fear

Brothers and sisters
Don't close your eyes
'Cause your pain, my pain, is real
But there's a church filled with sonnets
Where no-one's in disguise
Where we can share the meal and bow and kneel