His wounds heal our brokeness

Broken
we are broken
individual hearts aching 
for the brokenness of the world 
we are all breaking apart 
shattered 
for the pain upon pain 
stacked high 
to crushing

Atrocities,
casualties,
hatred, fear,
divisions,depressions 
anxiety, loss, crushing,
crushing to 
despair

We can turn our face 
pretend we don’t see 
pretend we don’t feel
building walls 
around our empire 
accumulating 
entertaining 
distracting
from the truth 
knocking on our 
door 

That we are all
broken inside
all of us hiding our 
jagged edges
pretending it doesn’t hurt 
like hell
pretending we are 
not crushed 
under the pain of our 
broken 
we are fine 
it’s fine

But we’re not fine;
sin- the curse of man 
the cause of pain
has plunged its talons 
into the lot of us,
has crushed us 
under its 
weight

Sin is more than what 
we do 
it’s who we are 
inside 
alone 
without others 
to dictate to us 
it’s our nature 
and our nature is 
broken 
deeply

Who will stand in the gap 
to bridge God-
with sin soaked 
souls?
“I did” said the 
One hanging 
bleeding
dying

Only perfection 
could undo our 
imperfect 
Jesus Christ 
the Son of God 
a perfect sacrifice 
exchanged 
his glory 
for our despair

His agony brings me 
hope 
in his death I have 
life 
in his broken body I am
healed 
in his resurrection I am 
raised up to 
new life

And he was crushed 
for our crushing 
pain 
he was wounded 
so we could be 
healed
from our 
brokeness