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God's Workmanship
The Master is forever working,creating and perfecting.
His subject? A living canvas.
He chooses and mixes the various mediums.
What starts out seemingly chaotic,is being made perfect
through His loving touch.
His discriminating eye is constantly scrutinizing...
...the past, He obscures in shades of gray,
lest you forget from where you came.
Accentuating in dazzling hues those things about you,
that deeply touch and delight Him.
On those days you are feeling frustrated and forgotten:
Do Not Fear! The Master is lovingly letting the canvas rest.
For there are layers of paint that must dry;
deep seated issues that can't be worked out overnight.
Tomorrow He'll continue where He left off.
Then there are days of non-stop work.
The canvas cries out,"I'm tired! I have had enough!"
The Master lovingly ignores the pleas,
for He alone knows when to cease.
At times when your fears seem insurmountable'
and failure is your constant companion,
rest assured,His plan is bigger than the canvas.
He will work it ALL out!
Those things that hurt,
the woundings you have suffered,
He mixes His tears with dark shades of crimson...
to remind you He's been there with you;holding you,
as you were shamed and mistreated.
Alas,The Master stands back,
the living canvas is nearing completion...NOT!
For this is the work of a lifetime.
May the fulness of the essence of God
forever wash on your living canvas!
You Are His Work of Art on Display!
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