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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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