I am broken
Sewn together again
By little hands
Each stitch God sent
I am bent
Clumsy small palms push me up again
They hold and hug me everyday
Their halo’s show me the way
I stand tall
Small hands tug me along
God knew before I was born
So he sent me angels to give me reasons to live on
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