Unraveled
Feeling like a cloth
worn and fragile,
tossed about, used and falling apart.
Threads are beginning to show,
thoughtless minds pull and tear at the threads,
and more damage is done.
Some, carefully hold the cloth,
noticing how delicate and worn it has become.
Still, other warped souls
hold the cloth too tight,
further crushing it in their twisted fists,
only to drop it and leave on a bottomless floor.
Unraveled, one thread at a time,
pulled apart, held together only by
tiny elements of promise.
Cast about by life's breeze,
left out in life's storms.
More threads are exposed.
Until the Master's Hand lifts the matter,
the rag that I've become.
He takes the unraveled pieces,
carefully mending them together.
Removing parts that He could not use.
Washing the cloth, it is spotless.
Holding it in His nail-pierced hand,
it is no longer an unraveled life.
His hands made something beautiful
out of what the world considered to be
useless.
2/22/12 ~thank you Jesus
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