God must love broken things—He made a world full of them Cracked clay that holds the rain, wheat from winter-killed stems Pruned vines that bear the weight of every August bloom Ground that has to break apart before there's any room He's got a way with broken things Turns the fallow into green God must love broken things—He keeps every one of them I saw an orphan with half a toy, limping up to ask If there was any fixing it, or if it's too far gone The man just smiled and said bring here, let me see what's wrong He's got a way with broken things Holds what no one else would keep God must love broken things—He makes a home for them I come from fighting and from silence, both cuts just as deep My mind's a room I'm scared to enter when the dark comes on But there's a light that finds me even when I think it's gone He's got a way with broken things Shines when it's too dark to see God must love broken things—He became one of them He knows the weight of wood and nails, the way a body breaks How love pours in right where we split, how scars can shine like gold The world throws out what can't be fixed—He calls it worth the hold He's got a way with broken things What the world throws out, He holds close He's got a way with broken things Broken things grow beautiful oh yeah Broken things are beautiful to Him.
