Mended
The image of perfection, My seams so straight, my body whole. The object of affection They worshiped with empty souls. But I was shattered by life, Bereft, alone in the cold. You cannot unmake strife. No unselling what's been sold. Let Me mend you with my love: Molten gold that fills the cracks, Strength and courage in place of Fear, and hope that brings you back. Let Me heal you with my grace: Heat, water, and gentle hands Reshaping your once broken face To hold My love and help you stand.