Broken

When somethings broken
It gets tossed away
Do you try to fix it
Or broken will it stay?
When somethings broken
Does it lose its value,
Just because its cracked or scuffed
And not shiny or new.
When somethings broken
Do you forget it exist?
Or wish and wonder
That maybe it could be fixed?
Broken is not worthless
Just shows of its past,
That thru rough conditions
Not all is built to last.
The chips an scuffs show that it made it thru,
But placed on the back of the shelf because its not new.
Collectors love the broken
The things with a past,
The things that everyone else
wants to throw in the trash.
God is a collector,
He loves the broken so much,
The ones that people throw away, and are afraid to touch.
He knows they have a history
But He knows how to repair,
Anything broken can be fixed
With love and tender care.