Accepted in spite of my oddities
Failed in spite of my strengths
Forgiven in spite of my sins
Cautious to protect my Self
But when Self is destroyed
What am I scared of?
Was my Self ever whole in the first place?
And what will I do with the pieces?
He gives beauty for ashes,
ReplyDeleteThe oil of joy for mourning,
A garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness
That we might be trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified.
He LOVES knitting the pieces into a beautiful granny quilt!