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Grief is messy. Heartbreak doesn't fit into a neat box. Sometimes, we think we need to clean up our lives before God will show up. But He meets us right in the middle of the mess.

"Pieces On The Floor" is a song for anyone who is grieving, hurting, or feeling shattered. You don't have to fix it alone.

LYRICS:

The picture frame is shattered on the hardwood
I’d put it back together if I only could
But some things break and don’t fit back the same
Leaving only sharp edges and a different name

I’m sweeping up the memories with shaking hands
Trying to make sense of what I don’t understand
You give and You take away, that’s what they say
But it feels like robbery in the light of day

I’m angry at the silence, I’m angry at the pain
I’m looking for a shelter in the middle of the rain
I don’t want a theology, I don’t want a verse
I just want to know if You can reverse the curse

But You sit with me in the mess I made
You don’t ask me to fix it, You don’t ask for a trade
You hold the pieces that I cannot glue
And You weep with me ‘til the night is through
I thought I had to build a temple to reach Your door
But You met me right here… with pieces on the floor.

I don’t have a hallelujah right now. Not a loud one.
Just a whisper. Just a broken one.
They told me "everything happens for a reason."
But that doesn’t help me survive this season.

It hurts. God, it hurts deep.
It’s the kind of tired that doesn’t go away with sleep.
But I look up and I see You’re not looking away.
You’re not rushing me to get to a better day.
You’re not afraid of my grief. You’re not scared of my tears.
You’re the God who collects them. You’re the God who hears.
So I’m leaving the mess right where it lays.
I’m not cleaning it up for a fake praise.
I’m just gonna sit here. And let You be near.
Until the fog lifts. Until the sky is clear.

‘Cause You sit with me in the mess I made
You don’t ask me to fix it, You don’t ask for a trade
You hold the pieces that I cannot glue
And You weep with me ‘til the night is through
I thought I had to build a temple to reach Your door
But You met me right here… with pieces on the floor.

You are close to the broken
You are close to the crushed
You are here in the open
You are here in the hush

Leave the pieces.
Just leave the pieces.
You’re here.
And that is enough.


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