Broken Doll

Broken Doll
On the shelf down the hall
Forgotten by all
On the virge of a fall

Broken Doll
Tore and tatter
Wondering do I matter
Needing to be mended

Broken Doll
Come off that wall
I have the pieces of your heart
In my hands never to depart

Healing is at hand
Do you understand
Mended Doll
Never again to be put on the wall
Beauty shines form within
Full of love from Him.