Broken

The Broken Pot


You molded me for good use
A little kink, a little bent
"Not quite perfect," I muse

I took on a shape, a character
Is somebody going to notice me?
"Don't forget your purpose," you whisper

I don't feel anyone touch me
I don't feel, I don't hear, I don't see
Would you whisper it to me loudly?

The storm, the storm, I am broken
I don't need more love, I don't need more money
I need my Savior. Patch me whole. Again.

I am a broken pot, can't you tell?
"No, In my eyes you are whole"
"I love you, even when you don't feel"


Copywright@2006RitchieAlter