You call me treasure, never trash

Title: You call me treasure, never trash (by Andreas "Andi" Becker, ABSound Band, Phuket Proms Kids) They said I don’t belong here, pushed me to the edge of town. I walk in torn-up sandals, trying not to look down. In a school where no one wants us, down a road that’s never named, they whisper, “They are broken,” and point fingers full of shame. But I hear a different whisper, stronger than their cruel words, a voice that sings inside me, louder than the crowd I heard. When the world calls you “nothing,” He calls you “My own.” When they throw you away, child, He builds you a home. You call me treasure, never trash, You lift me up from all the ash. You see a future in my eyes, not just the hurt and all the lies. You write my name upon Your heart, You hold the pieces torn apart. No child is trash, we’re loved, we’re known, In Your great love, we find our home. They say we’re just “the lost ones,” “Too late for them to change.” But You step in our story, and rearrange the page. You sit beside our table, in the dust and in the heat, You share our simple rice bowl, and wash our tired feet. When the door slams behind you, He opens His arms. Every scar on your body, He turns into a star. You call me treasure, never trash, You lift me up from all the ash. You see a future in my eyes, not just the hurt and all the lies. You write my name upon Your heart, You hold the pieces torn apart. No child is trash, we’re loved, we’re known, In Your great love, we find our home.