Diane Thompson

My baby brother wrote this and it is too beautiful not to share..... Lord send the storm to break my pride And remove the weariness I try hide... Send your wind to remove what's dead Heal me and remind of what you said My strength is making me weak Break me so you are what I seek I long for your life to spring up in me But broken hopes and dreams is all I see They have become the prison of my soul And now I am trapped Inside this hole Send the storm and let it rain Break me open and wash this pain Make me cry out in a humble heart Admitting my struggle is the start Of a new beginning with the past behind Broken hearts give birth to a new mind As I embrace the storms and let go of fear Your light shines in and you draw near Thank you for breaking and shaking Because then I am yours for remaking