April 12, 2012

 

Wet Paint

 

at my beginning, God spoke

 

“Let there be!”

and there was me

and He loved me

 

unfailing

 

upon this ball of dust

from which I am being formed

He the Master Craftsman

prepares His beloved work

for the goal He knew of old

had planned before time began

 

it matters not what stripes

our foe lays along my back

His plan, His hand are sure

even our enemy’s worst

only makes me more nearly

what He planned for me to be

 

a prize of beauty

in which He will rejoice

whose testimony of His power

serves to show His mercy

 

Wet Paint