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~John 15:5 KJV
Reflection Of His Grace
Every morning when I wake up
It's the same thing everyday
God is the potter
And I am the clay
Molding me, shaping me
Turning me inside out,
Like planting a flower garden
In the deepest depths of my heart.
Throwing me in the fire
Over and over again,
Burning off the impurities
That have been buried in this haven.
Softening my heart
Making me more Christ-like,
It's a never-ending process
Conforming the Word of God into my life.
Vines of sensitivity have taken root,
The fruit of the Spirit abounding inside,
Maybe this is the reason,
Why I always break down and cry.
It's the pruning of the trees,
The tilling of the ground,
The shoveling of the snow,
That lasts all year round.
One day I will stand completed
My Lord's masterpiece,
I will stand in awe of the beauty,
A reflection of His sweet grace.
Copyright 2006 by Christine Renee Bartsch
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