Broken Pieces

Your ship of life has sailed for years upon life’s troubled sea
You’d withered many storms of doubt, had many victories
Now your life is broken, your ship is torn apart
Aren’t you glad the God you serve can use a broken heart?

Some on broken boards, some on broken pieces
Life’s wrecked by sin, still need to be restored
Your ship may be broken, drifting on the ocean
There are still more souls you can bring back to the Lord

You may not preach to multitude who stand for you in line
But you can reach those multitudes, one soul at time
When we stand before God’s throne to tell of all we’ve done
With no excuse I’d rather hear my Father say, “Well Done!”