Broken pieces, don’t seem to have worth
Formed from clay, drawn from the earth
Broken and scattered, they got threw away
This sounds like me, oh come what may
Broken pieces, represent this old life
For most of it, I was caught up in strife
I know one thing, I was formed by my God
But lost and broken, I was caught up in my flaws
Broken and lost, I was without hope
Felt unloved, I had no way to cope
Beaten and bruised was my only friends
There were times I thought my life might end
I was on a path, I could only see one way
It wasn’t for righteousness, that I did stray
It was very dark, the darkest I’d ever seen
The walls were black, tainted with mean
I was so broken, lost without hope
Sliding down, down a slippery slope
One day I saw a light, it caught my eye
Love was displayed, then I breathed with a sigh
I heard sound, it was a soft voice
He calmed the chatter, that was all noise
He held out His hand, he gave me a lift
It’s called grace, it’s His free gift
Salvation, is His master plan
He designed it, to redeem man
He included me, wow, I was in awe
I soon discovered, I was not stuck in flaws
I hear His voice, it’s now coming in clear
Oh, how I love, how He drew me in near
Broken Pieces, they all matter to God
Come everyone, no matter your flaws
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