Balloons are like people, with bruised, broken hearts.
They long to be filled, with no clue where to start.
They’ve tried in the past with pleasures galore;
but all they drank in left them wanting for more.
If only they knew that hope could be found
in the One who created them, then their hope would be sound.
Broken and bruised, yet loved to the end.
Their hope is in Jesus, who will call them His friend.
