I'm happy, i'm sad, i'm blessed, but i'm bruised
I'm torn every time that i have to choose
Every decision torments my soul, but all i really want is to be made whole

I'm torn, i'm worn out, i'm torn, please pour out
All the selfishness in me that breaks the possibility
That i could actually be free
I'm torn in pieces, i reach for reasons to believe that you can make
My brokenness a means to take me into a place to make a difference

My heart says do right, but my flesh screams for wrong
I may cry at night but then break into song
All that i know to be true in this life is beaten and threatened by chaotic strife

I'm torn, i'm worn out, i'm torn, please pour out
All the middle ground in me that breaks the possibility
That i could actually be free
I'm torn in pieces, i reach for reasons to believe that you can make
My brokenness a means to take me into a place to make a difference

Even though there is a line that divides the wrong from right
Doesn't mean that it is mine to move
I make the choice to cross it or pray god to rise above it
So that at my best i can make a difference

I'm torn, i'm worn out, i'm torn, please pour out
All the selfishness in me that breaks the possibility
That i could actually be free
I'm torn in pieces, i reach for reasons to believe that you can make
My brokenness a means to take me into a place to make a difference