Pick Up the Pieces

Oh Lord, help me pick up the pieces
See, my sun has turned to rain
There are patches on the horizon,
But my life won't be the same
I may think what it would be like
To go on without this pain
But Lord, help me pick up the pieces,
And to get my sad mind past yesterday

Oh Lord, help me pick up the pieces
As I wade through the debris.
There is nothing that is not broken
And it's there for all to see
I may stop and think about it
And I wonder what this means
But Lord, help me pick up the pieces,
And to get my sad mind past yesterday

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My Jesus, My Savior
Yes, He bled and died for me
He loves me and picks me up
And He makes me whole
For my soul
Deliver me
Deliver me

Oh Lord, help me pick up the pieces
What fell down from overhead
It's the thing I don't want to think of
It's the thing I've come to dread
I can dream for bright tomorrows
Though, for now, it's dim instead
But Lord, help me pick up the pieces,
And to get my sad mind past yesterday