God's Renovation Project
While I consider the expanse and the fine detail of your creation
I can’t help but be in awe of the honor of your gracious invitation.
Yes I accept your gracious offer, and am truly amazed as I stand here on the threshold viewing the splendor of your yet unfinished but awesome renovation.
It starts in our heart, his wonder to unfold,
And will end with all creation a beauty to behold.
Out with the old and in with the new, an amazing renovation that can not be bought.
It’s better than imagined, beyond all expectation, this heavenly renovation is more than we sought.
The old? Murky muddy waters were swamping me with misuse and distrust,
Dirty desires and abuse were up there with the feeling of loneliness and like I would bust,
Feeling despised and even hated, and a sense of despair and regret,
Being cold and alone in the darkness of my sin and my guilt a thing I’d like to forget,
it is my complete undoing and has me at the end of my rope,
yes there’s a thought.., but ending my life would destroy all hope.
But wait, there’s more…
He’s offered the new and it’s free of charge except for the release of all that goes with the old.
The decision should be easy, no need to be bold, Just open your heart and release your hold.
It sounded so good I was free to admit,
But when it came time to release my hold it was hard to commit.
I’ll just do the work myself, and without a design,
Let’s start with this shelf that’s dirty, and out of align.
God’s handiwork is good and I like his design,
But he takes too long and my work will look just fine.
But when I looked at the vastness of the project at hand,
My work was cut out from the leaky roof to the foundation of sand,
The walls were unstable, the floorboards loose and unsteady,
The doors and windows were broken, so I throw up my hands in surrender already.
Lord I’ve tried this and failed, I can’t pass the test.
So I give you my heart and all of the rest.
So make me anew I said with decision,
And rip out the old at your own discretion.
So I gave him free reign of this huge renovation
I might even lend a hand in joy and jubilation.
God said with a smile as he turned to me,
“How about this closet, will you give me the key?”
With a loving heart that could melt me, and his hand on my shoulder,
He said still smiling, “the weight of all this is that of a bolder.”
He said, “I’ve shown you just a little of what I can do,
But the choice isn’t mine, it’s all up to you.”
His love was melting me like a figurine made of wax,
And without all that weight I began to relax.
“Please don’t get too comfortable.” he said again with a smile,
“There’s work yet to be done can you go the mile?”
by Jim Wilday.
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