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Maggie came home one day with a raggedy, Raggedy Ann* |
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She said " Mama, look what I found in the neighbors garbage can." |
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It had a missing left arm, and a right button eye hanging by a thread |
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She carried it gently up to her room and laid it one her bed with her other dolls. |
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[Chorus:] |
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She loves the broken ones, the ones that need a little patchin' up |
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She see's the diamond in the rough and makes it shine like new |
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It really doesn't take that much, a willing heart and a tender touch |
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If everybody loved like she does, there'd be a lot less broken ones. |
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Twenty years later at a shelter on Eighteenth Avenue |
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A seventeen year old girl shows up all black and blue |
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With needle tracks in her left arm, almost too week to stand, |
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She says,"I'm lost an I need help", and Maggie takes her hand |
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And says, "Come on in!" |
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[Repeat Chorus:] |
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[Bridge:] |
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If you call her and angel, she'd be quick to say to you |
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She's just doing what the one who died for her would do |
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Love the broken ones, the ones that need a little patchin' up |
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See the diamond in the rough and make it shine like new |
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It really doesn't take that much, a willing heart and a tender touch |
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If everybody loved like He does, there'd be a lot less broken ones |
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If everybody loved like He does, there's be a lot less broke ones. |
