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All of Me -Matt Hammit

 A cold and wet morning it is here in Nairobi. Everyday before I blog, I like to read other blogs that I follow. This morning, I came by the story of a little boy called Bowen who was born with a broken heart. His parents didn't know whether he would leave hospital and his dad wrote a song just to express his mixed emotions. His was not sure whether to love this child or not because he was scared that when he starts loving, the  son may be taken away and his heart would be left broken. Yet again he knew that his son needed all the love and all of him. I think only God can give that strength and grace.

Below are the lyrics and a video. Despite the cold weather, this song has warmed my heart.


All of Me (lyrics) by Matt Hammit

Afraid to love something that could break
Could I move on if you were torn away?
I’m so close to what I can’t control
Can’t give you half my heart and pray He makes you whole


You’re gonna have all of me
You’re gonna have all of me
You’re worth every falling tear
You’re worth facing any fear


You’re gonna know all my love
Even if it’s not enough
Enough to mend our broken hearts
But giving you all of me is where I’ll start


I won’t let sadness steal you from my arms
I won’t let pain keep you from my heart
I’ll trade the fear of all that I could lose
For every moment I’ll share with you


Heaven brought you to this moment
It’s too wonderful to speak
You’re worth all of me
You’re worth all of me


Let me recklessly love you
Even if I bleed
You’re worth all of me
You’re worth all of me




 





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