Except in the case of the latter,
There sometimes is no repair
You can't heal the brokenness
With store-bought parts;
Nor can it be replaced by another
But how careless we are
With something that starts out
So fragile and pure
Thrown around, tossed about and wasted
On people and things like play things
No matter what the cost;
Paying the price every time
Receiving nothing in return
Until the delicate fixture of our souls
Becomes hardened and cold
And we're left like sad little children – Toy all gone and crying mad
Waiting for another innocent to come along
With a new heart to be had
“Keep your heart with all vigilance, for from it flow the springs of life.”
- (Proverbs 4:23 ESV)
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