Break My Heart for What Breaks Yours

18 Dec

There is a line in the bridge of the song, “Hosanna”, recorded by Hillsong that makes me cry everytime I hear it:

Heal my heart and make it clean.
Open up my eyes to the things unseen.
Show me how to love like you have loved me.
Break my heart for what breaks yours.
Everything I have for your kingdom’s cause.

I have become so calloused. A beautiful 9 year old girl told me yesterday that she is moving to Mexico on Friday (and traveling by bus) because her dad is in jail in Mexico and he wants to see her for Christmas. I was shocked to hear it, but my heart didn’t bleed for her. It didn’t hurt . But it hurts now as I listen to this song.

Jesus, BREAK MY HEART FOR WHAT BREAKS YOURS. Your people are hurting…I want to feel the hurt and pain because I’m afraid that’s the only way I will ever do anything about it.

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3 Responses to “Break My Heart for What Breaks Yours”

  1. Jenni Catron December 19, 2008 at 7:48 am #

    I’m with you, that line messes me up every time we sing it!

  2. Kelli December 19, 2008 at 7:58 am #

    That is my absolute favorite part of that song. Even the words leading up to it are proof that unless he cleans our heart and helps us to really see, we cannot feel the depths of his love and compassion for others. Its a constant prayer and intention of mine to allow God to clean my heart and break my heart for what breaks his.

  3. joshmickelson December 19, 2008 at 9:14 am #

    blindside “where eye meets eye”

    One glimpse of You and I shrink
    The hand of shame squeezes my stomach
    You don’t really know me I allowed myself to think
    One glimpse of You and I know it’s not in
    your nature to turn your back
    And I want to give You more than I have got
    So tiny I’m almost disappearing in this world
    You’re holding in your hand
    Still you know my name

    This is my heart resting in the palm of my hand
    This is more then I’ve planned from the start
    Holding it up to the sky for you to see
    I feel You but don’t understand

    The second You stepped through the
    door or was it the ceiling
    I stood and beheld your beauty
    This worn-out skin is pealing
    I will never again praise You because of duty

    I want my heart to break for the things that make
    Your heart break

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