The Broken Ones - Guy Penrod

Maggie came home one day with a raggedy, Raggedy Ann.

She said «Mama, look what I found in the neighbors garbage can.»

It had a missing left arm, and a right button eye hanging by a thread

She carried it gently up to her room and laid it on her bed

with her other dolls.

She loves the broken ones, the ones that need a little patchin' up

She see’s the diamond in the rough and makes it shine like new

It really doesn’t take that much, a willing heart and a tender touch

If everybody loved like she does, there’d be a lot less broken ones.

Twenty years later at a shelter on Eighteenth Avenue

A seventeen year old girl shows up all black and blue

with needle tracks in her left arm, almost too week to stand,

She says,"I'm lost an I need help", as Maggie takes her hand

And says, «Come on in!»

If you call her and angel, she’d be quick to say to you

She’s just doing what the one who died for her would do

Love the broken ones, the ones that need a little patchin' up

See the diamond in the rough and make it shine like new

It really doesn’t take that much, a willing heart and a tender touch

If everybody loved like He does, there’d be a lot less broken ones

If everybody loved like He does, there’s be a lot less broke ones.