I appeared to me one day,
That it was my lack of self interest that defined my brokenness,
My misunderstanding of the God given desire for glory,
The misplaced trust in such pitiful pleasures.
It was not that I should turn off my passion,
But that I needed to love more.
I was a broken vessel,
And loved to the best of my ability,
And the sad thing was,
That in your own brokenness you felt loved.