Image by Juhee Bae from Pixabay

Dropped plates 

If I should drop a plate,

And it should fall, crack and brake.

Don’t dust me back with a pan.

Pick every piece in to your hand.

Build me back with gold.

Forever in your hold.

God’s mighty touch won’t control.

He just leads me to know,

He cares about every bit.

He loves every broken part,

He will rebuild me with His true heart.

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