God Loves Broken Things

God loves broken things,

The tossed away and torn,

The dented, scratched,

Mismatched and mangled,

Mostly scarred and worn.



God bids to the party, play and feast

A motley crew of losers, loners, geeks.



Come play. Come dance.

Just as you are,

All dirtied, dunged and damaged.

Come dance with the passionate God.

Come dance away the dross,

Until your heart of stars

Shines sprightly bright and far,

The Beloved of the Lover

Of the Broken Hearted Marred.