“But Joseph said… ‘Am I in the place of God? You intended to harm me,
but God intended it for good…’” — Genesis 50:19, 20
One Sunday afternoon
I asked you to
Describe me
In one word,
Thought it might be fun.
Your choice
Surprised
And wounded
Cranky?
That’s your word?
You didn’t laugh.
I didn’t ask you to
Explain
But wondered,
Is that really what he
Sees
In me?
And then today
Oh, you’re a real
piece of work
Slipped through gritted teeth
And chilled my soul
Oh, Lord, I breathed
Just keep me
Still
To seek the truth
Beneath these brittle
Words
Right here
Where love is thin
And scarred
And I so often
Get it
Wrong
Just You, I prayed,
And truth
And…
…ohhhh…
I am
A piece of work!
Exquisite, holy
True,
A masterpiece
Of workmanship
Redeemed, alive
Set free
In You!
Linking up with dVerse Poets today. Come, drink deep of poet-speak.
You brought me a big smile today, Cindee! We are all a piece of work. I’ll never say that phrase the same way again!
each one of us that work of art… a masterpiece…and in realizing that we do find freedom you know…smiles…lovely verse…
Appreciate this immensely!
“Right here
Where love is thin
And scarred
And I so often
Get it
Wrong” don’t we all….and then there are the many times we do get it right, don’t forget about those too. Your photos are exquisite!
every opportunity to His grace more deeply…your words so honest and true! And I love that last photo…thank you!
Nice write…words wound so deeply….
Cruel words they seem, and unconsidered I should think. Don’t forget the piece of God in you. Well written.