| Driving home from work just yesterday
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| Impatiently waiting for the light to change
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| I noticed a homeless mom and her two kids
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| She reached out and lifted up a trash can lid
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| Her face lit up when she looked inside
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| And pulled out a broken armless doll
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| Knelt down and gave it to her smallest Child
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| And God you should have seen her smile
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| It ain’t pretty, but it’s beautiful
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| Life ain’t perfect, but it’s wonderful
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| We’re all broken, but we’re loveable
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| It ain’t pretty, but it’s beautiful
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| Got home and told my wife bout what I’d seen
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| She grabbed her purse, took me by the hand and said come with me
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| We drove around until we found the three of them
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| I wondered who was blessing who when they got in
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| We bought them food and cloths and drove them to a toy story
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| And the little girl said «I don’t need a brand new doll
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| As she hugged the broken armless one they found before
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| She said this one needs me more
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| She ain’t pretty, but she’s beautiful
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| She ain’t perfect, but she’s wonderful
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| She might be broken, but she’s loveable
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| She ain’t pretty, but She’s beautiful
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| Last night my wife and I talked till the sun came up
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| About how we fuss and fight sometimes
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| Say ugly things act so unkind
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| But we think God we always find our way back to love
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| It ain’t pretty, but it’s beautiful
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| Our love ain’t perfect, but it’s wonderful
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| We’re still learning to be loveable
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| It ain’t pretty, but it’s beautiful
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| We’re all learning to be loveable |