| Formed for a purpose, He knew from the start
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| Shaped in His image, loved by His heart
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| The Potter’s hand doesn’t make mistakes
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| But sometimes He lets us break down
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| But He lifts us up
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| When we’re not strong enough
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| Let every bruise and crack remind me that
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| God loves the broken ones, with edges rough
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| That’s who He loves, the broken ones
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| He doesn’t see who we were, but who we’ll become
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| That’s why He loves, the broken ones
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| That’s why He loves, the broken ones
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| He can look where the pieces fell
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| Shining like the river, scar and tear
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| Everything’s not lost, keep trusting
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| He’ll carry you, He won’t leave you falling down
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| He will lift you up
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| When you’re not strong enough
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| Let every bruise and crack remind you that
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| God loves the broken ones, with edges rough
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| That’s who He loves, the broken ones
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| He doesn’t see who we were, but who we’ll become
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| That’s why He loves, the broken ones
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| That’s why He loves, the broken ones
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| So draw me close, hold me tight
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| Because I am a broken one
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| So draw me close and hold me tight
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| Because I am a broken one!
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| God loves the broken ones, with edges rough
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| That’s who He loves, the broken ones
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| He doesn’t see who we were, but who we’ll become
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| That’s why He loves the broken ones
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| God loves the broken ones, with edges rough
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| That’s who He loves, the broken ones
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| He doesn’t see who we were, but who we’ll become
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| That’s why He loves, the broken ones |