Who Would Want Me....
Who Would Want Me?
Pieces of broken glass
Charred and marred by own mistakes
Who would want me?
Chipped edges, so many scattered
Pieces, cracked beyond repair...
Who would want me?
The time it would take to mend me,
Is beyond anyone's scope of expertise.
Some pieces are invisible
Even to the naked eye...
No way to capture the fragments
And put it back to its original form...
I mean really, who would want me?
Yes, Jesus I have, I should be satisfied
With just that, but truth is I'm not...I want HIM
And him, even still who would want me?
And so I remain in this state of waste,
Unprotected and exposed for all the world to
See...everyone scratching their heads,
Their fingers pointing and asking why?
Who would want me anyways?
Heart over here, eyeballs over there,
Ears buried there, mouth silenced over here...
So many pieces, too many pieces and
too much time it would take to mend me...
So really, who would want me?
Do you? Can you? Will you? Should you?
Could you? Do you even want to?
And so I remain, to be continuously
crushed up, stepped on into many more
zillion jagged pieces.....sssshhh no one knows
Even if I tell, who would listen, I'm shattered into
Pieces already anyways...so
Who would want me?
Oh wait a minute,,,
Am I Job?