And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect
in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power
of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 12:19


My Artisan God

That's the potter in you, that takes the shattered pot, warped with knots, and makes me
into a complete work of art
That's the painter in you that takes a void canvas, vulgar and crass and fills me with the
colors of vibrant life
That's the Maestro in you, that takes the chaotic din and breathes within, me a
melodious harmony that lulls my soul to peace
That's the Sculptor in you that takes an amorphous mound, futile and bound and gives
me freedom through purpose
That's the Architect in you that takes a faulty design and supernaturally refines me by
your perfect plan
That's the Engineer in you that takes each mismatched piece giving me direction and
increase adeptly placing me where i belong
That's the Doctor in you that transplants a broken soul, making me whole with a Spirit
that is your own
That's the Master builder in you that takes the debris and without fee makes me a
memorial to your excellence
That's the Mother in you that takes a lost, scared child and with a gentle smile gives me
security and rest
That's the Father in you that has taken a slave, bound for the grave and made me heir to
eternity
That's the Lover in you that takes a barren heart, true love thereby imparts that grows
more love for me to give away
That's the Teacher in you that takes a confused mind, and skillfully unwinds the truth
that I may understand
That's the Provider in you that takes the emptiness and through your righteousness
overflows my cup and saucer too
That's the Comforter in you that takes a tortured life, saturated with strife and replaces
it with joy unspeakable.
That's the Mentor in you that holds my hand so I can stand, exemplifying excellence in
your example through your son, Jesus.
That's the Artisan in you, and I humbly thank you, Awesome Creator for making an
imperfect creature perfected in you.

Annette M. Parrott

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