Fine China

I inherited fine china from my father and mother
it's been in my possession for 20 years
but I did not know,
until I was 18 years old.
The first time, I shed so many tears

I put a chip in the dish, I was not careful
another thing passed down to me
my parents were careless,
they did not teach me to cherish
they knew only how to break everything

Once I had broken my only precious token
it became frail, easier to chip
its edged rounded,
were now harsh mountains
cutting me every time I slipped

My knees met the tile, I delivered a prayer
the Lord met me in that place
if I did not learn to cherish,
it would soon perish
so I bought super glue and a glass case

I tried to reverse years of damage
and it worked if you didn't look closely
the cracks were faint
I fixed the paint
but it still didn't sit like a whole piece

I put the china in the case and made a vow
that no one would ever touch it again
I said a prayer in my head
as I lay in my bed
swearing I'd committed my last sin

The Lord must've heard me and seen my heart
I had dreams of pure white snow
when I woke up and saw the case
my fine china had been replaced
with a delicate teacup, completely clean and whole.