When the prayer is formed from the broken heart
Because it's with the ego you wish to part
No words from the mouth or mind
Can reveal what’s hidden behind
It’s the silent cry beneath the breath
The plea that lives between life and death
Where the soul admits it cannot stand
And reaches out with trembling hand
For the Creator does not hear the tongue
Not the songs so cleverly sung
He hears the shatter, the crack, the tear
The place where pride dissolves to prayer
When the heart breaks open wide
When the self has nowhere left to hide
Then the upper light begins to flow
For only then can we truly let go
A broken heart is the door we cross
Where we finally accept our helpless loss
And in that collapse, that humbled fall
We feel Him answering us all.
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