I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease
The wrinkle in this page; like the hiccup in my story
The conflict in my life
Drawing all that is against me.....It's a re-run
It keeps cutting off before the end
Like a TV series jumping through time with no resolve
Each season completing deep meaning of small parts,
that don't help me understand the main characters
Beautiful isn't it
No abstract Painting Presented Pitiful Perished
Instead they saw a masterpiece
The WHOLE broken picture
Misunderstood
Made to fit a frame of captured beauty
In plain sight, it, enhances my intellect
Informs my creativity, stretches my understanding
Raises my bar
Like
From broken life to hope in Christ
Like death in sin to salvation in Him
Like facing trail and being acquitted
All because I knew I was wrong and then I admitted it
Still found to be useful
To deliver an earful, my tongue tool, a mouthful, of no bull
.....and that's kinda cool
So then what about you, you've got gifts too, He'll use you too
and we'll help, you'll see
That's why I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease
To tell his great testimonies
Of you
and
Me
