Reflections On The Art

I was thinking just today, Lord,

About how you made my life.

I know I'll never fathom,

Your wisdom and your might.

But I figured and I pondered that

With your fingers you did make:

My life so sweet and savory,

Like a giant tiered cake.

One thing I know for sure, Lord,

You didn't make me from a box.

Though a human, I'm unique,

Made of different building blocks.

You sat and thought awhile,

And, yes, you carefully planned.

You thought of certain ingredients,

To make me who I am.

Then you whipped me all together,

And poured me in a pan -

My own special place in life,

That shapes me how I am.

But you knew I wasn't finished yet,

All soppy, sweet but small,

So you placed me in the oven,

So I could grow up tall.

The heat it burned a little -

Okay, maybe a lot.

But you knew what you were doing,

'Cause I sure outgrew the spot.

Yet still I was not perfect,

Though firm, I wasn't smooth.

A crack had split my top;

And sin was bitter truth.

You knew exactly what to do,

For with me you were not through.

A knife you drew out next,

And trimmed my roughened hue.

God, you gave me wondrous friends,

And, yes, a family too.

You stacked us all together,

To point us all to you.

But we could not stand alone,

You gave us your support.

To balance all our different minds,

You joined us in your fort.

Still we were not smooth,

We had holes, and cracks, and flaws.

So you took a little buttercream,

And slathered us in love.

Now we're wrapped in pretty ribbons,

Of grace and peace and hope.

Your mercy is the flowers,

That covers up the holes.

How beautiful we are now,

And still your adding more,

I can't wait to see me finished,

'Cause, your glory tops it all!

How you labored, how you toiled,

How you sweat those drops of blood.

But now I'm yours forever,

Your grateful work of art.