Broken
The toys lay in the corner
Bruised battered broken things
Their voices spoke silent in the dark
No happy songs to sing
A broken toy is worthless
discard from sight through door
no life to love to celebrate
leave it lying on the floor
but toys are limber, they spark new life
touch brings them back to form
like broken discarded toys of life
seek grace among the thorn
where then does new life come around?
Where wakens life to toy’s new sound?
New life I breathe and celebrate
with the one who always liberates
The King Who Wears The Crown
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