broken vessels

Lyrics

Yeah.
A completely new chapter.
For everyone trapped in the quiet hours.
Different lives, same cold shadows.
But the light still breaks through.
Listen.

(Verse 1)
Walk down the street, look at the blank faces
Everybody's hiding in their own dark places
A businessman sitting in his luxury car
Screaming at the roof, wondering where You are
The pressure of the world is a heavy-set vice
Feels like he’s walking on a thin sheet of ice
And a mile away, there’s a kid in the gym
Lacing up his shoes but the future looks dim
Can't talk to the coach, can't talk to his crew
Too choked up to explain what he's going through
The depression is a phantom creeping in through the floor
Pounding like a gavel on the bedroom door
A silent epidemic hitting rich and the poor
An army of survivors fighting inside a war
They wear a brave face when they stand in the light
But they’re begging for a rescue in the middle of the night.

(Chorus)
God our Father, look at everyone down here
Break through the static and the paralyzing fear
Jesus Christ, my King, we are broken and we’re cold
Gather every lamb that is drifting from the fold
We are suffering in silence but we’re calling on Your name
Wash away the isolation, take away the shame
You’re the only rock when the heavy winds blow
The only true fortress that our spirits can know.

(Verse 2)
The clock hits five and the sun starts to rise
But the heavy-set darkness is covering our eyes
A daughter in the kitchen staring down at the sink
Too exhausted from the warfare to even try to think
The internal whispers trying to pull her to the ground
Telling her that nobody is checking around
But look at how the power of the cross intervenes
Breaking every shadow on the digital screens
Jesus knows the sting of being left on your own
He carries every sorrow to the foot of the throne
He’s the Counselor, the Savior, the eternal living King
He hears every fracture and the pain that they bring
You don't gotta fight it by yourself in the dark
He’s rebuilding the vessel and He’s leaving a mark
So to everyone holding onto hope by a thread
Fix your eyes on the promise of the words that He said.

(Outro)
(The heavy drum beat stops, leaving just a slow guitar chord fading)
Yeah.
A fresh word for the weary.
You are not alone in this fight.
God our Father is watching over the crowd.
Jesus Christ is King, and He knows your name.
Hold onto the faith.
Amen.