Make me broken bread, make me poured out wine.
For I am yours Lord, my life is in the Vine
So as you crush the fruit born of my flesh
Remove all bitterness, make me sweet and fresh
To be poured out upon a hurting world so lost
Make me broken bread no matter what the cost
And as I cry out to You, Your will, not mine,
Make me broken bread, make me poured out wine.
For I am yours Lord, my life is in the Vine
So as you crush the fruit born of my flesh
Remove all bitterness, make me sweet and fresh
To be poured out upon a hurting world so lost
Make me broken bread no matter what the cost
And as I cry out to You, Your will, not mine,
Make me broken bread, make me poured out wine.
~ Angela Gill
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