Scarred and rusted
Faded and fleeting
Beauty marred by time and wear
Sounding forth an off-key melody
Painful to the passerby
Judging its sorry state
Its only worth in the eye of its Creator
Who knows the story of every scratch
And worn out surface
Who lets nothing be wasted
Who sees beauty, not age nor decay
Who promises to some day make all things new…
Amen. I love you.
Hey Kel – miss you – we need to plan a rendezvous! xo
I love your heart and I love that piano! An art piece its and sovate you! Quite the Master’s finest work. . . You!
Rebecca – you are a such sweetie. Thanks for the encouragement. Love you!!