God knew what he was doing when he created you. You are His poem.
|“You are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works which God prepared in advance for us to do.” (eph 2:10-NIV)
The word workmanship is derived from the Greek word poema, from which we get the English word poem. In some ways we could say, we are God’s poem. Does God rhyme? Is he free verse?
What would God’s poem look like? Look in the mirror. I have a scar near the base of my neck. God’s poem is missing a thyroid. Are we defective? Obviously my thyroid didn’t work well. It all depends what you mean by defective.
Look beyond what you can see in the mirror. You are bound to see sometimes you are incomplete of the things that God meant to give us. In music, there is a term, called creative dissonance. A chord is deliberately misplayed and grates on our senses. The hearers wait for the resolving final chord that says, “Yes, that’s it.”
My life has had a lot of dissonance lately. There are parts of my life that seem to have little rhyme or reason. A career was taken away and the resulting notes are not pleasant or seem worthwhile. How long will you make me wait for that beautiful chord that makes things seem complete and worth hearing and living?
As for the rhyme Lord, you know I’ve never been able to do it. You give me visions and they are complete by the touch of your heart.
We are God’s poem. We don’t get a chance to really constructively critique it. How would you rate something conveyed by heaven?
We are carried by the mists of Heaven,
Sent of heaven with hearts to leaven.
A touch, a stroke, a world to possess
In the heart of His caress.