Every Shattered Place

[Verse 1]
The hairline scar on my left thumb glows paper-white
From that cheap ceramic mug in the October kitchen light.
It’s been a decade since I swept the pieces from the floor,
And I don’t feel the sting behind my knuckles anymore.

[Chorus]
(Second Vocalist)
But every shattered place
Is holy ground where Grace begins.

[Verse 2]
The sound it made hitting the saltillo tile—
A sharp crack of thunder, then nothing for a while.
My hands were shaking, picking out the bigger shards.
“Just leave it,” you said, your voice broken in the yard.

[Chorus]
(Second Vocalist & Choir)
But every shattered place
Is holy ground where Grace begins.

[Bridge]
(Selah)
It’s not enough to spackle over the divide;
You have to find the stud and build a frame inside.
(Choir builds)
It’s the mending, not the breaking, that you feel down in the bone.

[Chorus]
(Full Choir & Second Vocalist)
'Cause every shattered place
Is holy ground where Grace begins!
Every shattered place!

[Outro]
(Choir, ad-libbing)
Holy ground… oh, the mending…
Holy ground…