Down in the fabric shop
that's were she lay
a piece of old fabric
that was starting to fray
She wasn't like the others
neatly stacked in to a pile
neatly stacked in to a pile
she was thrown on the floor
she had been there for a while
She was dirty and dusty
as she laid on the floor
covered in footprints
That no one would pay for
Then early one morning
some one came to the store
as soon as they entered
they looked on the floor
And there lay the fabric
all dusty and worn
not neat like the rest
but crumpled and torn
the old man bent down
and with a smile on his face
he picked up the fabric
'ahh Iam in the right place'
He proceeded with joy
to the cashiers desk
this torn dusted fabric
no longer grotesque
How much for this piece
i love it so much
the colours so vibrant
and so soft to touch
oh that's not for sale sir
the cashier said
its just an old scrap
that's worn with no thread
oh no my dear
you don't understand
scraps are not scraps
when there inside my hand
No matter what has happened
in our lives, we may feel torn and worn battered and bruised 'but in the hands of Jesus he sees potential and beauty and makes everything new
