Precious

Precious and fragile thingsNeed special handlingMy God what have we done to you We always tried to shareThe tenderest of careNow look what we have put you through Things get damagedThings get brokenI thought we’d managedBut words left unspokenLeft us so brittleThere was so little left to give Angels with silver wingsShouldn’t know sufferingI wish I could take the pain for you If God has a master planThat only he understandsI hope it’s your eyes He’s seeing through Things get damagedThings get brokenI thought we’d managedBut words left unspokenLeft us so brittleThere was so little left to give I pray you’ll learn to trustHave faith in both of usAnd keep room in your hearts for two Things get damagedThings get brokenI thought we’d managedBut words left unspokenLeft us so brittle