Speak

Speak into the brokenness
  speak into the sorrows
Speak into the question
  speak into the joys
Speak into the injustice
  speak into the silence
Speak what is planted
  in your heart
Because it just may match
  another speaking
Speak into the story
  find the ways to make
It connect with all this
  broken and hurting world
Why do we have to speak
  why are we called
Because we know what it is
  to be in the void
Open and yawning, where
  no words are heard
And no one hears the depth
  of pain and joy and rebirth
If we stayed silent even the
  stones would cry out
So speak the fragile, pale
  words which need to be said
To a world who is thirsty
  to hear a word of good