I had to be broken To be pieced back together I had to know death to know forever I had to be broken To be pieced back together I had to know death to know forever An angel hiding in the heart of a stone And the sculptors patient means Cutting through rubble to the bone To carve her into being The unsung and lonely orphan And the namer of names A refuge and Father given Granting title, will, and claim Broken; pieced back together Know death; know forever! When sorrows rise The thorns in my side make me alive I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found When sorrows rise The thorns in my side make me alive I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found Oh, captive wearer of chains And the holder of keys Deliver ankles and wrists from pain To abound as eternally free Broken to be pieced back together I had to know death to know forever When sorrows rise The thorns in my side make me alive I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found When sorrows rise The thorns in my side make me alive I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found When sorrows rise The thorns in my side make me alive I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found When sorrows rise The thorns in my side make me alive I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found Broken before the maker All death will know forever Will know forever I wear my scars like a crown I had to be lost to be found