The Masterpiece

A treasure of my Father's own design

Lay shattered on the floor at His feet

It seemed 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!

Author Unknown

"Now to Him who is able to keep us from stumbling,

And to present us faultless

Before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy,

To God our Savior,

Who alone is wise,

Be glory and majesty,

Dominion and power,

Both now and forever. Amen"

Jude: verses 24 and 25

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