The old car was...GLEAMING...standing there on the floor.
Another...(even OLDER)...stood closer...by the door.
Their paint jobs were PERFECT...their upholstery, too.
And in mint condition...they both seemed brand-new.
The hours of effort...the moments of care;
Completely refurbished...with tenderness rare;
Repaired and rebuilt and restored...they now stood
As witness to PATIENCE...and workmanship...good.
I thought...as I gazed at machinery so fine,
Recalled how our lives...OFTEN...get out of line.
The upholstery rips...and the rust spots appear,
Yet...the eyes of the Master...still see us as...dear!
He tenderly lifts us...from scrap-heaps we've known,
Takes time to...RESTORE US...to make us His own.
That fit for HIS service...again...we may be,
Repaired and reclaimed...and RESTORED...now are WE!
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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Would that we could all
be as easy to fix as a beloved car or two. God has a way of doing His work, in His way and time. Loved your poem- keep up the good work.
Love, Lynne
