Sweet music does not come

From the bruised and hurting soul

Melodies once played within the heart

Are silent like drifted snow

Stilled is the voice that used to sing

In harmonious chords so true

Oh where is the love that did always bring

Hope fresh as the morning’s dew?

Fearful now of the fiery darts

Flung by the uncaring foe

Broken trust hides behind the empty heart

Remembering the peace it once did know

The wounded spirit will sing no songs

Crushed by the weight of sorrows

Does anyone care about the suffered wrongs

Done yesterday, today, and tomorrow?

Yes! His Name is Jesus and He can restore

The heart that is broken He will make whole

And give back the song for evermore.