My life is laced with memories of a dusty road, of pink flowering mimosa trees and a long, green trail that led to an Indian Mound where true love had its beginnings. God's design has been with intense purpose, an extraordinary journey unfolding. Looking back, I see how all the pieces fit together in a beautiful poem, notwithstanding the painful moments, for there have been many. But "...we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them" (Ephesians 2:10).
Yes, we are His poem, if we know Christ.
A poem written by one who, with omniscient
lips, spoke the worlds into existence.
To allow His workmanship to reside
on Planet Earth was the final touch
of His six-day phenomenon.
And to be one of His own is a privilege
that comes with trusting, believing,
and receiving, not only the fact that
He is our Creator God, but that His Son,
the Lord Jesus Christ, came to earth—
was virgin born, lived a sinless,
perfect life, died on the Cross
for the sins of the world,
arose the third day,
ascended back to heaven,
is seated at the right hand of the Father,
and ever lives to make intercession for—His workmanship.
And the grand finale of His plan is to return for us
and take us to where He is. In the meantime, His Holy Spirit residing within is our earnest, our hope of heaven, our reason for following His intense purpose until we see Him in the fullness of His glory.
Psalm 145:5 "I will speak of the glorious honor of thy majesty, and of thy wondrous works."