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Thy Hands Fashioned and Made Me II
by Marijo Phelps I see another wrinkle Around my eye One more smile line? The clocks ticking faster as the calendar counts More gray hairs I find. Jogging's a drag But my clothes don't fit Even when I lose pound by pound, My crazy body's rearranged What used to be up slipped down. New aches here and there Which I never had Before I could go on and on But somehow I know there's more.... Lord, You're not bound By place, dimension Or time It surely isn't my earthly body You're working to make Thine. 'Cuz You've promised In Your Word Written in many a place You'll give us glorified bodies When we meet you face to face. You allow The falling apart That's taking a toll on me To polish up my rough cut soul And draw me closer to Thee. A complete creation, I wasn't at birth Nor even at 63 Perhaps not until Death comes around To set your servant free. Thanks for helping me Refocus on You By knocking at my vanity By destroying some of my self-concern You helped me look to Thee "Thy hands fashioned and made me, Now thou dost ....destroy me." Thy servant Job wrote down. All those many years ago, I believe the key he found. Sand me, buff me, Destroy me To create A faithful, loving servant You'll greet at heaven's gate! My blog is: http://myincrediblelord.blogspot.com/ (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. About Self Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |