A battered, broken chair was found
Beside the road one day-
Its owners there had put it out,
Because of rust and stains.
Its paint was gone, its visage roughed
From years of wear and tear;
So I guess I’ll never know what made
That man pick up that chair.
He took it home, cleaned off the rust,
Replaced the rotten wood,
Then fixed the legs, smoothed out the dents,
And painted best he could.
When I saw that old chair again,
Could not believe my eyes-
For of that worn and rotting chair
Was nothing, save its size!
That battered, broken chair was me,
Before I met the Lord-
Forsaken by my fellow man
And by my “friends” ignored.
My heart was broke, my mind so stained;
My soul as leather, tough-
But just when I had lost all hope,
The Savior picked me up.
He brought me home, and washed my heart,
Then took away my shame;
He chipped at rust, and smoothed at dings,
Now nothing is the same.
So next time that you think,’Oh, dear!
There’s nothing will change them!’
Remember that the Lord can see
Beyond a broken chair.