The simple things we have are the things of truest beauty.

September 2, 2012



Return, song, to the heart of the singer.
Life is a lyrical masterpiece from beginning to end,
from 'I will fulfill,' to 'It is finished.'

Return, smile, to the mouth of the happy.
Life is altogether a road all the way,
from 'here,' to 'there.'

Showers of glistening blessings and golden moments
touch our waiting, patient, trusting lives.
We are beautified with salvation.

Look for the diamonds in the way
that hint of riches after the end.

The good work of shaping your clay life
is still in the hands of the faithful Potter
who leaves nothing unfinished that he has begun,
and speaks no words in the story of your life
that will return to him unfulfilled.

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