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Mountaintops have scraped some scraps from heaven
Which fallen on the ground beneath my feet
Have blossomed into glorious, holy beauty
Whose blinding heat can cleanse my darkest seas
Within my heart, I yearn to gather flowers
Each tiny scrap which fallen from my Lord
Unworthy, I am hesitant to touch them
Broken, shattered, here my soul is torn
Crying tears of abject desperation
I feel a warmth begin to softly glow
As raining shards of heaven�s sky are falling
God saw fit to make my life his own
His son adorned my soul with purity
He paid the price for me, it wasn't small
Worthless, though I am, he thought me worthy
Heavenly bouquet forgave it all