The Lord's Love Cradle

My broken heart is the Lord's love cradle, where He alone laid down Life to bind me up. (Chorus) He beckons me, "Come," to walk in the light, with His courage, His strength and love. Though I may feel lonely, I know I am never alone. He carries me in His loving arms and walks hand in hand by my side. (Chorus) He beckons me, "Come," to walk in the light, with His courage, His strength and love. (Bridge) This is the High road, few have traveled here, a journey not for the faint hearted, to be certain, only other broken, bruised, and bound up too. For willful service to other wounded wayfarers, blind, lost, famished, traveling without a compass or map. All search and grasp for any outstretched balm to salve their desperate loneliness. (Bridge) This is the High road, few have traveled here, a journey not for the faint hearted, to be certain, only other broken, bruised, and bound up too. But only His nail scarred hand can cradle a temporal, barren emptiness and transform its darkness to an eternal life, filled to overflow. filled to overflow. Chorus) He beckons me, "Come," to walk in the light, with His courage, His strength and love. Walk in His Light, With His courage, His strength and Love, A life filled to overflow. A life filled to overflow. ### #kateword #katesbranchart #katesbranch (c)2012-2026 All rights reserved