Life. Pared Down.

For Folks with Everything Except Peace of Mind

How can you mend a broken heart?

Add a little Oscar Wilde!

And thus we rust Life’s iron chain

Degraded and alone:

And some men curse, and some men weep,

And some men make no moan:

But God’s eternal laws are kind

And break the heart of stone.

 

And every human heart that breaks,

In prison cell or yard,

Is as that broken box that gave

It’s treasure to the Lord,

And filled the unclean leper’s house

With the scent of costliest nard.

 

Ah! happy they whose hearts can break

And peace of pardon win!

How else may they make straight his plan

And cleanse his soul from Sin?

How else but through a broken heart

May Lord Christ enter in?