Monday, May 31, 2021

Mysterious Mosaic

Not all beauty is as easily recognizable as that of a flower...

or morning sky...

or precious, innocent child...

We all have our own version of Unspoken Broken, don't we?!
True Beauty in us is impossible until we entrust the pieces into
the loving Hands of the Healer of heart-hurts!

I can do all things through [a]Christ who strengthens me.

True Beauty is not always how we picture it should be
Where brokenness can blind us to beauty’s reality
For what is pleasing to the eye can trick the mind and heart
Into thinking that beauty is a perfect work of art
But beauty is a radiant reflection of ‘Release
When, with our broken pieces, God begins His masterpiece

Beauty starts with the holy heart-work of humility
When at last yielded ‘yes’ replies ‘not I, but Christ in Me’
Then often, tis midst brokenness while shards still pierce and sting
That God can work His best for our good, in everything
For the capstone of beauty is begotten with great price
Not on a bed of roses, but a cross of sacrifice

While disappointment crushes and good intention seems cursed
We learn true beauty’s brushstrokes are not beautiful at first
But, just as God the Father saw beyond The Crucified
Beyond the painful hour to many souls justified
We learn to look beyond the broken to the Hand that heals
We learn that beauty is far more than how one looks or feels

True beauty is in what we know in spite of what we see
The grace whereby our weakness cries ‘not I, but Christ in Me’
As we admit our need; submit, commit our way to His
And undergo a slow and sacred metamorphosis
As glory of The Artist starts to shine through crack and crease
We begin to glimpse designs of Love's Divine Masterpiece

Mysterious mosaic, as God gathers doubts and fears
He melds/mends the broken spirit with confession's tender tears
And fashions from the fragments of our utter selves denied
A Beauty we were blind to while we wallowed in our pride
Mysterious mosaic, as our brokenness is healed
In the light of God's mercy, there, true beauty is revealed
© Janet Martin

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, 
but Christ lives in me. 
The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, 
who loved me and gave himself for me.

Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters,
 in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, 
holy and pleasing to God--this is your true and proper worship.
Romans 12:1

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