Whatever we imagine God has imagined more From Daisies in the hayfield To starfish on the shore His soft whispers on the breeze And thunder's mighty roar
Now those who seek will find And all who ask receive And homes are found Paradise For thieves who will believe
Far beyond our wildest thoughts and prayers Our Father holds in store The Treasures of His mighty heart Beyond the open door
But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”— these things God has revealed to us through the Spirit. For the Spirit searches everything, even the depths of God. 1 Corinthians 2:9-10 ESV
In my morning quiet time yesterday I was reading a devotional by Diana Derringer in The Secret Place and was inspired by her final thought: “Messes become masterpieces in our Creator’s hands!” That line of hers led me on a journey to write this week’s poem. I hope it will be a blessing to you as well.
Messes Become Miracles
The dove whose nest the serpent robbed While sleeping in the wood Still sings her song at sunrise Though no one thinks she should
And messes become miracles In our Creator’s hands Neither sorrows, nor our sufferings Change His Almighty plans
For by His wounds our healing comes And His sufferings took our sins So by those hands once pierced with nails He leads us home to Him!
When my mind grows impatient, And I’m pushed to the wall And the problems I’m facing Aren’t changing at all
Jesus teaches the waiting Through His hours on the cross Where He gave a thief mercy In His suffering and loss
Then in the sealed tomb He lay still the day As He silently waited Till Death’s stone rolled away!
I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. Psalm 40:1-2 KJV
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