Garage sales, hand me downs, salvage yards
Used, worn out, broken, purpose served
Or is it?
In the hands of a skilled craftsman, a new vision is born.
Seen through the eyes of love, passion breathes new life.
What's rough around the edges, gets sanded down
Just enough to begin the change
Retaining the nicks and scrapes that gave it character.
Driftwood that becomes wall art
Scraps of metal welded into a sculpture
Random trinkets and gears whose shapes are captured in a photograph
The old tree stump that is now a rustic backyard table
Discarded no more
What's old now new
As if to say, "your first task complete, now lets prepare for the next"
In the hands of the skilled Creator
I've been given new life
Broken, abandoned, discouraged
He loved me anyway, He saw everything I was
He sees all I can be
Trusting His hands, to shape me
Old wounds turn to lessons
Lessons to compassion
Compassion to encouragement
Only the willingness to surrender
The faith to believe
Allows me to catch a glimpse of what He sees in me
I sometimes ask why, all this for me
In my heart, He whispers His sweet reply
I begin to understand
Like the joy that comes from seeing something in a new light
A DIY project if you will
In the skilled hands of the Creator I've been given new life.