Broken Strings Prayer

(hmmmm) Ten years on the highway

Unpaid shows and empty rooms

Tonight I threw my guitar down

In the quiet of my room

And I asked the empty ceiling If this dream

was born too soon (ahhhh) But Sunday morning brought me

To a wooden bench and frayed old pews

With nothing left to offer

But a broken heart and blues

And the songs I sang for no one

Are healing broken hearts today

I don't need the bright stage lights To watch the shadows fade

away This gift

was never mine to keep

It was always meant to give away!

Now I look at tired faces

Finding strength to carry on

In a tiny country chapel They are singing every song I spent

years in search of glory

But I was searching wrong

It was never about the fame!

It was never about my name!

Just a vessel for the grace In this small,

forgotten place!

Here in the quiet

This is where I belong

Using Your gift

To sing a healing song (hallelujah)