BROKEN PLAYGROUND

My journey,my playground

God always been my coach

sometimes I see the lush 

Sometimes I see a cloud

Oh Jesus remain my only crowd,

For my playground has mean kids,

Some lovely ones Ive met too

All this self love talk really getting outta hand

Trying so hard to get out of my mind

Asking you please free my soul

Let it dream again, let it see again’

I wanna feel again lord I need you again

Look Dad do you see?

How many broken children are on my playground

This one a broken arm, this one a broken leg

Yet all they see in me are my broken wings

Dunno which kid is ground

Dunno which kid still appreciates the ground

Dont really know who better suits my ground

If only we knew this ground was never ours

Maybe then we will learn to not see the wounds

Maybe then we will look for you to heal our scars

Maybe then we will learn to share our toys

Understanding that was is yours can never be mine

But oh who am I to say for my brokenness lives within

 Nothing like the other kids yet I still find it in a spin

 See how broken we are, A bunch of kids who ran away from home

 Which is the false comfort that we found 

Dad do you see us Dad because we still wanna fly

 We still looking for wings even though we’ve lost sight

 Pain in us still a fresh wound 

Don’t understand if love is truly good 

Dunno how to foster out How one can be wicked in an already cruel world

 Dad we crying out somehow Asking you to bring us back home now. 

 Because we know home is the best, 

Yet we still flee to find rest, 

But tell me oh help me digest, 

The fact that real rest is always in your nest, 

 In your arms is comfort and truth, 

In your arms let my dreams rest, 

So my wounds don’t fest, 

 And my wings will finally manifest.