Damaged Goods

These were damaged goods
Full of canker and rust
No right mind would
Even wipe off the dust

To purchase such items
Out of date out of style
We would rather look down
The higher priced aisle

However, Jesus shopped
Amongst things cast away
For people deemed unworthy
In our high fashioned day

He found me in a trash bin
Headed for the garbage heap
Instead He decided
That I was well worth to keep

He embraced me, then cleaned me
He changed my price tag
He washed me with a cloth
With His blood on the rag

As people look now
They never know where I have been
I was once damaged goods
Cleansed by Jesus from my sin

I am worthy of heaven
I am of infinite worth
All because the great Master
Made His inventory on earth