On each weary sinsick soul
Beauty breaks and lustre fades
The moth marauds, the thief invades
Wrecked and ruined, and disgraced
Former glory now a waste
This world will steal what’s good and true
Things fall apart- that’s nothing new.
But the broken can be beautiful again
More glorious that it ever could have been
Not one reproach is beyond repair
Take it to the Master healer and leave it there
Some things just can’t be healed with time
Our chaos cannot make a perfect rhyme
The missing pieces He’ll replace
The deepest wounds can be healed by grace
For God can take a mind and make it new
He takes a crooked soul and makes it true
He can resurrect a valley of dry bones
So He can change a broken heart of stone
Yes, the broken can be beautiful again
More glorious that it ever could have been
Not one reproach is beyond repair
Take it to the Master healer and leave it there
March 19, 2021
Anthony Foster
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