There is a crack in everything

There’s a crack (or cracks) in everyone…that’s how the light of God gets in.

There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Everything has a crack in it; that's how the light gets in.

God uses broken things. It takes broken soil to produce a crop, broken clouds to give rain, broken grain to give bread, broken bread to give strength. It is the broken alabaster box that gives forth perfume. It is Peter, weeping bitterly, who returns to greater power than ever.

There is cracks, cracks, in everything, that's how the light gets in.' I had cracks but not the hope.

God is a thought who makes crooked all that is straight.

Forget the perfect offering. Everything is flawed. It's the cracks that let the Light in...

It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

I'm broken, I have a crack in me for all my life. I was made a woman prematurely, criminally early, and initiated into life from its worst side, in the false, boulevard interpretation of a self-confident aging parasite from former times, who profited from everything and allowed himself everything.

How can He be perfect? Everything He ever makes...dies.

so much of the world is plunged in darkness and chaos...

So ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There’s a crack in everything, That’s how the light gets in.

God made everything out of nothing. But the nothingness shows through.