BROKEN THINGS
by: Kathryn Thorne Bowsher
He sees each fledgling sparrow fall.
He knows small broken wings.
He hears each anguished, plaintive call
Of tiny broken things.
He sees red velvet petals crushed
'Neath hasty, careless feet
Which often, in their harried rush,
Tramp over roses sweet.
He knows each lonely crippled child
Who bravely laughs and sings.
Who longs to run and romp in fields
And know glad joy it brings.
He know each heartahce, ev'ry trial
Of all of Adam's race.
He bore cruel Cross and does not fail
To save us by His grace.
On Calvr'y's Tree fierce nails applied,
Peirced through by angry sword
Heartbroken, scourged and crucified
Was Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Oh Him God's whole creation sings;
He understandeth boken things.
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