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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 and 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, And I knew right then what I was worth, for My Father's Masterpiece is ME! |
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