Journals of the Heart

By Angela Gill

Several years ago I found myself right smack dab in the middle of a huge fog of self pity. You know the place? Almost everybody has been there one time or another. That place where all you can see is how mistreated you are, how nobody cares about you, blah, blah, blah.

One day while sitting at my kiosk in the Fort Sam commissary, I happened to be reading Oswald Chambers “My Utmost for His Highest” and lo and behold! Right there in front of me were the words: “When God is crushing us to be made poured out wine, He doesn’t usually use His own fingers but rather people and circumstances we don’t like.”

All of a sudden this “proverbial” light bulb went off in my head and I said, “That’s what’s going on! You’re trying to crush me only you’re using people who are supposed to love me! Okay Lord, let’s get on with the crushing!”

Immediately, the Holy Spirit dropped this song into my spirit and the heaviness left me. I call it:

“Broken Bread”

Make me broken bread, make me poured out wine.

For I am yours Lord, my life is in the Vine

So as you crush the fruit born of my flesh

Remove all bitterness, make me sweet and fresh

To be poured out upon a hurting world so lost

Make me broken bread no matter what the cost

And as I cry out to You, Your will, not mine,

Make me broken bread, make me poured out wine.

Angela Gill, Copyright 2000-2007 All Rights Reserved