Color It With Love

I've been wondering, do others see God's love in my life? Oh, how I long for my life to be such that others would desire to know Him. Here's my prayer this day....

May my life be a portrait of devotion
A picture of divine making
Using hues carefully mixed by time
Reflecting the framework of God’s mercy

May I create a design magnifying glory
Brushing in strokes of understanding
Splashes of joy and laughter
Detailing each gentle moments spent

May I paint a picture of sacred holiness
Preserving each mysterious segment
Embellishing my eternal goal on canvas
May my life Lord, be colored with your love

Trust the Master Weaver

When gray threads mar life’s pattern,
and it seems so out of line,
Trust the Master Weaver
who planned the whole design.
For in life’s choicest patterns,
some dark threads must appear,
To make the rose threads fairer,
the gold more bright can clear.
The pattern may seem intricate,
and hard to understand,
But trust the Master Weaver
and His steady, guiding Hand.

* Poem is courtesy of Hallmark greeting cards

Design's Struggle

Design's Struggle

by KJ Hopper

Evidence of struggle is visible in the potter's room,
with a shapeless mass heading for probable doom.
In considering the form on exhibit that day,
one hardly visions beauty being made of the clay.

The potter positions the mass upon His wheel,
clay endlessly resisting, grasping to hold to its will.
Visibly stressed, spinning in a circular motion,
one realizes this effort not an instrument of notion.

Endless designs created, none worthy to redeem,
it once again pressed down, nothing left to glean.
On goes the battle of two wills entangled in war,
a potter, a lump of clay, rivaling for the ultimate score.

Why can't the clay desire to be one of honor and glory,
surrendering to become a part of salvation's story?
The potter desires only a vessel to divinely create,
but the clay, not the potter, must choose its own fate.