Taste and see, the Lord -is- good

Broken heart, one more time
Pick yourself up, why even cry?
Broken pieces in your hands
You wonder how you'll make it whole

You know you say, "This can't be the way."
You cry, you pray, "Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain
Of mine."

Someone said a broken heart
Would sting at first then make you stronger.
You wonder why this pain remains
Were hearts made whole just to break?

You know you say, "This can't be the way."
You cry, you pray, "Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart
Of mine."

Creator, only You take brokenness
And create it into beauty once again

You know you say, "This can't be the way."
You cry, you pray, "Something's gotta change
And mend this porcelain heart,
Please, mend this porcelain heart
Of mine."
Of mine.
Creator...
Mend this heart...

Ah, such a beautiful song, you should hear it sung. Beautiful, beautiful.