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