They are all broken It is so sad to realize this widespread dilemma Little, yet necessary, bits you cannot see
That may or may not disrupt their function Or large, obvious fractures Significantly lowering their value At
least to the majority Who look upon them So often they can be covered or painted over So no one will
be aware But someone always knows And someone else finds out Either as early as scraping the surface Or
when everything is laid out on the table So then what? Oh, they are all broken Whether new or old We
try to fix them But often there is no way of knowing how Oh what can be done? It hurts to find even one of
them is useless But no solution we ascertain will suffice Our repairs are only temporary And we never forget
the damage Often remembering the depreciation But there is one Oh, thankfully there is One who knows
everything Who has refurbished all kinds of damage And looks upon the results As ones that are as good as new
Even if they break repeatedly One that will always try again Knowing that they are fragile But if
his help is chosen And trusted with all the intricate pieces They will be molded And transformed And will
increase the awareness of him And Glorify him Our forgiving Lord Humans are all damaged Somewhere
in their makeup or upbringing Or experience But God loves them all unconditionally And will mend the broken
pieces
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