Broken People

Look at all the broken people
  See them everywhere
  Broken hearts and broken homes
  Lives of dark despair
 

A smiley mask upon their face
  And greetings hide life's care
  Problems hidden near their chest
  No one can see them there
 

Look at all the broken people
  You see but may not know
  The load of pain they carry
  And hope it doesn't show
 

At night their pillow's wet with tears
  Of anguish to be free
  Not knowing one is waiting, He's
  The one who holds the key
 

It's God above who made them
  He's waiting for the day
  The time when they'll surrender
  And give their cares away
 

Once they look to Jesus
  He'll make all things right
  He'll take the broken pieces
  Scars kept out of sight
 

He'll weave them with His love and grace
  Making life brand new
  Each broken piece, it has its place
  Assuredly it's true
 

The darkness of the days gone by
  The doubt and anger, too
  Every pain and shard is there
  To make a brand new you