Lord...

Lord, I come to you like a broken rag doll,

My dress is torn and stained

My arm is half hanging on.

My eyes aren't shining and trusting

Like they once were.

My expression isn't innocent

And transparent anymore.

I'm not the unused, brand-new ragdoll

I once was.

Yes, my smile is still there,

But not as spontaneous as it once was;

It's a little forced now...

A bit more tired.

I need to be picked up by you, Lord,

picked up...

held tightly...

loved...

and reassured.

Reassured that no matter how I look,

Or how dirty and scuffed up

and broken I am,

You love me just like when I was brand-new.

Would you please hold me, Lord?

- Robin Williams -

...blessedness!

ox