Break me, Lord..
I run from my fears
I suppress all that really scares me, all that really hurts me
And when you ask me to give it to you, I say,
“give what to you?”
I hand you a locked box.
Break me, Lord, please..
You understand the deepest desires of my heart,
The plan you have for me, you put in there somewhere,
Jesus, that’s all I want
To surrender to you, but I hand you a locked box
to which I
have lost the key.
Lord, break me.