The broken heart is a fickle thing.
in pieces, In decent and incomplete
grace peers in and sheeds some light
there's a flick of hope in the eyes can shine.
It's the hand of Jesus that strengths the weak knees
It's the face of Jesus that says im pleased.
It's the voice of Jesus that calls me his own
the broken heart can find a place called home.
The mended heart has a story worth told in lightened, in deering incredible.
With a brand new hope and a piece that won't bend, the mended heart can begin again.
It's the hand of Jesus that strengths the weak knees.
It's the face of Jesus that says im pleased.
It's the voice of Jesus that calls me his own.
Oh the broken heart can find a place called home.
ohh, It's the blood Jesus that washes white it's the cross of Jesus that makes me right.
It's the love of Jesus that draws me close.
Oh the broken heart has found a place called home.
Oh the broken heart has found a place called home.

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