Tuesday, January 28, 2014


Peace.  I thy God
Promised peace and peace will bring;
Gave thee song and thou shalt sing
A melody both fair and flawed.

Fair to please Me; flawed, still more.
Think'st to know what draws My eye?
Mine to know for which I sigh--
Thine to be, and wish no more.

Poverty?  Imperfect child,
Know'st not how rich thou truly art!
These rags are jewels in My heart,
Thy poorness gilded since I smiled--

Since My heart rejoiced in thee,
Smudges shine brighter than the sun,
Thy sins and My wounds are one,
Thy flaws lost in My brilliancy.

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