April 12, 2012


Wet Paint


at my beginning, God spoke


“Let there be!”

and there was me

and He loved me




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