Broken Praise (JOB) - Todd Smith

If one more person takes my hand and tries to say they understand

Tells me there’s a bigger plan that I’m not meant to see

If one more person dares suggest that I held something unconfessed

Tries to make the dots connect from righteousness to easy street

Well I, I won’t deny I’ve relied on some assumptions

A man’s honest life entitles him to something

But who am I to make demands of the God of Abraham?

And who are You that You would choose to answer me with mercy new

How many more will wander past to find me here among the ashes

Will you hold me?

Will you stay?

So I can raise this broken praise to You

Who else will see my suffering as one more opportunity

To educate;

to help me see all my flawed theology

If one more well intentioned friend tries to tie up my loose ends

Hoping to, with rug and broom, sweep awkward moments from the room

But I, I can’t forget, I have begged just like a madman

For my chance to die and never have to face the morning

But You were the One who filled my cup

And You were the One who let it spill

So blessed be your Holy name if you never fill it up again

If this is where my story ends, just give me one more breathe to say

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah