Broken together,
Broken apart,
Never too broken,
Not from Your heart.
A voice in my head,
A whisper in my ear,
Calming my heart gently,
Saying Jared have no fear.
Speaking again,
Of people in pain,
Trying to escape madness,
But remain in the same.
The whisper then opened,
Saying who shall I send,
So I took the challenge,
And replied from within.
Send me to pain,
Send me to strife,
Send me to orphans,
Send me tonight.
Send me to widows,
Send me to claim,
The victory You deserve,
But Send me no fame.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!” (?Isaiah? ?6?:?8? NIV)
