Poetry

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A BROKEN TEA CUP

I WAS A BROKEN TEA CUP
MY CHINA WAS ALL SHATTERED
GLUED BACK TOGETHER MANY TIMES
BUT MY FRAGMENTS WERE ALL SCATTERED

I WAS USELESS TO ANYONE
I COULDNT HOLD NOTHING ANYMORE
FOR WHEN YOU TRIED TO USE ME
FROM MY CRACKS I WOULD POUR

I JUST TOOK UP NEEDED ROOM
MY DESIGN WAS FADED AWAY
WITH ALL MY HOPES JUST GONE
I THEN DECIDED TO PRAY

AFTER I HAD SAID AMEN
THERE CAME BY A MAN IN WHITE
HE SAID HIS NAME WAS JESUS
OH HE WAS A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT

HE REACHED TO PICK ME UP
AND I FELT HIS WARM EMBRACE
HE BEGAN TO FILL MY CRACKS
THEY LEFT ME WITH NO TRACE

HE GAVE ME A NEW DESIGN
HE MADE ME A SIGHT TO SEE
FOR JESUS MADE ME NEW AGAIN
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF ME?

NOW I HAVE FOUND A PURPOSE
I CAN HOLD WHAT YOU MAY POUR
BECAUSE OF JESUS LOVING ME
I AM NOT USELESS ANY MORE

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