We come here, the broken
Some of us hazily unaware
Some of us in desperate need of acceptance
As your love slowly, gently seeps through our tiny holes of existence
We begin the journey of mending
Of healing
Some of us vaguely unaware
Some of us desperate to stop the pain and affliction of our wounds
Slowly your love seeps through to our tiny existence
We begin to mend
We begin to heal
We start to realize this place you’ve given, with ones just like us
A place of acceptance, a place of love
A body of broken pieces for the mender’s love
We begin to mend
We begin to heal
We reach out to the others broken
Unconditionally loved
That is what they need
We become menders
We become lovers
We become healed

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09/29/2010 at 1:42 AM
Brad A Martin
you have captured us with your words. Well done mending sister, well done.