God is peace.
He never leaves anything unfinished.
Although it seems rough and full of ridges,
He sands it down and carefully dusts it off.
His masterpiece is almost completely soft.
Now the only thing that remains
Is the soft inner layer that complains,
"What about me, Lord?"
And His gentle response,
which was mistaken for non-chalanance,
Was to quietly put events in motion,
That would heal the broken
And turn their hearts to the One
Who gave His son,
Out of pain and love,
So that we can live in peace, with Him.
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PoetryI've had big thoughts about love and romance. But I'm done writing about things that don't last. The God of all the universe is close at hand, and He's offering you to grab hold of His hand. Want to know more about what He's offering and who He is...
