This is based on Luke's telling of the rich man, Luke 18:18-30

Why do you call me good?
Don't you see all of me?
The hidden pieces of brokenness and shame?
The pieces which are not holy?
Do we think good can be found
    In law, in words?
It is only found in the depths of surrender. 
To the God who knows every broken piece of us
And still holds it in His hands. 
With healing and love.