O break my heart…

Blast from the past…


O break my heart; but break it as a field

Is by the plough up-broken for the corn

O break it as the buds, a green leaf sealed

Are, to unloose the golden blossom, torn

Love would I offer unto Love’s great Master

Set free the odour, break the alabaster.

O break my heart; break it victorious God

That life’s eternal well may flash abroad

O let it break as when the captive trees

Breaking cold bonds, regain their liberties

And as thought’s sacred grove to life is springing

Be joys, like birds, their hope, Thy victory singing.

— Thomas Toke Bunch.

God uses most for His glory those people and things which are most perfectly broken.  The sacrifices He accepts are broken and contrite hearts.  It was the breaking down of Jacob’s natural strength at Peniel, that got him where God would clothe him with spiritual power.  It was breaking the surface of the…

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