That morning in 12-step
Heart filled with remorse
Why had her life taken
This punishing course
Why had she been given
These trials and this pain
More sorrow than gladness
More dry spell…than rain
She felt undeserving
God’s love or His care
So much of her past life
Just hadn’t been fair
Disabled and damaged
Distressed and abused
Would He ever welcome
A daughter this bruised
Then the leader held up
A ten dollar bill
It was torn on one edge with
A syrupy spill
Who wants it he asked them
Will anyone here
Accept this old ten spot
That’s stained in root beer
He didn’t seem startled
When each hand raised high
And each one called ‘I will’
In synchronized cry
Then taking the greenback
He crumpled it tight
And stomped to the carpet
With all of his might
Then once more he asked them
An arch in his brow
While holding it forward
Well, how about now?
It’s ***** and wrinkled
Do any of you
Still want this ten dollars
With all it’s been through?
Again each hand raised up
And each one said 'yes'
Each one understanding
It wasn’t worth less
In spite of its treatment
It hadn’t decreased
In what it could buy them
No, not…in the least
So now my dear sisters
Their leader explained
Each one in this classroom’s
Been rumpled and stained
Each one has experienced
The struggles of earth
But none has diminished
In what she was worth
Each one has been damaged
And each one is flawed
But the worth of each sister
Is precious to God
The Savior’s atonement
Is proof of that fact
For God sent Him down to
Make up what each lacked
He sent someone perfect
To save someone not
Which makes you all priceless
Despite what you’ve thought
That night she was dreaming
And listened enthralled
To angelic voices
Then heard her name called
'Who wants her?' was broadcast
Will anyone here
Accept her into this
Celestial sphere?
No one seem startled
When two from on high
Said they would accept her
In synchronized cry
Then once more the angel
An arch in his brow
While showing her earth life
Asked 'how about now?
She’s been both a victim
And transgressor, too
Are you sure that you want her
With all she’s been through?'
Again both the Father
And Son called out 'yes'
Each one demonstrating
She wasn’t worth less
In spite of life’s treatment
Her worth hadn’t decreased
To two such as they were
No, not…in the least
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:10 PM UTC
That morning in 12-step
Heart filled with remorse
Why had her life taken
This punishing course
Why had she been given
These trials and this pain
More sorrow than gladness
More dry spell…than rain
She felt undeserving
God’s love or His care
So much of her past life
Just hadn’t been fair
Disabled and damaged
Distressed and abused
Would He ever welcome
A daughter this bruised
Then the leader held up
A ten dollar bill
It was torn on one edge with
A syrupy spill
Who wants it he asked them
Will anyone here
Accept this old ten spot
That’s stained in root beer
He didn’t seem startled
When each hand raised high
And each one called ‘I will’
In synchronized cry
Then taking the greenback
He crumpled it tight
And stomped to the carpet
With all of his might
Then once more he asked them
An arch in his brow
While holding it forward
Well, how about now?
It’s ***** and wrinkled
Do any of you
Still want this ten dollars
With all it’s been through?
Again each hand raised up
And each one said 'yes'
Each one understanding
It wasn’t worth less
In spite of its treatment
It hadn’t decreased
In what it could buy them
No, not…in the least
So now my dear sisters
Their leader explained
Each one in this classroom’s
Been rumpled and stained
Each one has experienced
The struggles of earth
But none has diminished
In what she was worth
Each one has been damaged
And each one is flawed
But the worth of each sister
Is precious to God
The Savior’s atonement
Is proof of that fact
For God sent Him down to
Make up what each lacked
He sent someone perfect
To save someone not
Which makes you all priceless
Despite what you’ve thought
That night she was dreaming
And listened enthralled
To angelic voices
Then heard her name called
'Who wants her?' was broadcast
Will anyone here
Accept her into this
Celestial sphere?
No one seem startled
When two from on high
Said they would accept her
In synchronized cry
Then once more the angel
An arch in his brow
While showing her earth life
Asked 'how about now?
She’s been both a victim
And transgressor, too
Are you sure that you want her
With all she’s been through?'
Again both the Father
And Son called out 'yes'
Each one demonstrating
She wasn’t worth less
In spite of life’s treatment
Her worth hadn’t decreased
To two such as they were
No, not…in the least