The Broken Mandoline

My heart and soul
Was lying forlorn
In a dark corner of the stately palace
A broken mandolin behind doors

After an eternity it seems,
Who is knocking softly on the door?
Who has picked me up and playing gently on my strings?

Robbed of all my riches
Forsaken by all
I was lying lost and torn
Pray tell me Oh graceful God
Were you waiting for this day?
To fill me with your Love to the core
Bless me heart and soul?