broken has never sounded more beautiful
in my entire life.

…it wasn't until the world heard the clash
of hammers against rusted nails…
piercing an innocent man's wrists

(his heart worked harder to keep him alive.)

but his lovely crown grew thorns
engraving my sin on the flesh of his face…

his soft blush turned to a scarlet
with the blood trickling slowly down his face

…his body was crying for me…
and everyone, everywhere

"King of the Jews"

but he was king of the world
and sacrifice was defined in a new way.

broken became a symbol of life and salvation
broken became gorgeous…

…and the sound of the hammers against
the innocent flesh and rusted nails
still reverberates through my heart.

yes, broken has never sounded so beautiful
in my entire life.