I bid your broken heart be still
Beat slowly, bide its time until
Until this sorrow season’s slept
And all its tortured tears are wept
I bid your heart, till then to wait
Lay low for now, for fairer fate
Will one day dawn like burning star
On healing wings from fields afar
Pure joy will find its way to you
With love, turn up, till then stay true
For He who breaks will also bind
He may seem cruel, but God is kind
He bids your broken heart be calm
The grief will grate, but will not harm
For bitter bread at sorrow’s feast
He feeds you first; not last, at least!
He bids you, therefore, don’t despair
Petition Him and pour out prayer
Your saviour’s strong, so strong to save
So bid your broken heart, be brave!