~Precious Tin; Hearts To Mend~

Slowly removed,
lonely and used.
Not how you used to be.
When started was whole,
But now there's a hole.
Hidden from the world to see.
Worthless, and Used?
Battered, and Bruised.
Not what I thought I would need.
But why does God have these blessings,
Locked up in these casings?
Inside... Priceless strings of bead.

Beautiful thoughts,
It's what I've sought.
Blessings have truly been.
Melted your heart,
It was torn apart.
Confessions from this calloused tin.
Confessions from our calloused tin.

And you're lovely! 
So beautiful!
And you're precious!
So wonderful!

(The bride's of Christ was never meant for their
birthright to be taken from themselves.
Nothing pains my heart more then to see
Someone that moves me to tears,
to be unmoved by themselves.
I hate it when some people don't understand how precious
they are)