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The Masterpiece
Author Unknown |
A treasure of my Father's
own design, lay shattered on the floor at His feet. I tseemed it
would be impossible to mend this broken piece The
original handiwork was rare, it was priceless to be exact, yet there
it lay in pieces on the floor at my Father's feet I
saw the tears in my Father's eyes as He gazed on His treasure so rare,
He knelt down and began to rearrange each piece with the utmost care As
each teardrop fell on a broken piece, rough edges were washed away as
lovingly, He labored through the night His priceless, broken treasure
to restore I saw that at
last every piece had found its proper place as guided by my Fathers
hands and His amazing grace Then
He smiled, I heard him laugh out loud at the vessel He held in His
hands, "You're so much more than a treasure, you see, you're a
masterpiece, My Child!" As
I felt His arms wrap about me, securing me close to Himself, I
understood that my broken mess had been healed by His own blood As
I lifted my face, I smiled at Him and saw that he was smiling back at
me, I knew right then what I was worth, for my Father's masterpiece is
ME!
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