Damaged!

You know that you are

Damaged

You don't play with His orchestra unless you are

Damaged

You don't sing at night unless you are 

Damaged

His signature mark

That's what it means to be 

Broken

 

Early in the morning will I seek thee

No, you won't come unless you are

Damaged

Put your hand in me

Thrust also in the side

Once I also was 

Damaged

What a magnificent price

To be by your side!

 

Weather the storm!endure with longsuffering;

whether by night or by day

I'm coming again

To gather all mine 

that've been 

Damaged.

This poem is about: 
My community

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