We are His masterpieces,
God's works of art.
Called from before creation,
Chosen and set apart.
Redeemed by grace,
When the precious Son of God,
Was risen from the dead,
After being crucified.
Painted by a heavenly brush,
A masterful stroke,
God's beloved Son, now He has,
Broken off the yoke.
Colored red with His blood,
Our garments, we walk in white.
I am God's own daughter,
I walk in beauty, like the night.
For in all of His creation,
It was good, blue sky, glowing sun,
A dark blanket, sparkling stars,
Yet, He wasn't done, Jupiter and Mars.
He painted each canvas,
Every soul, broken hearted or crushed.
Tinted and shaded, the lowly and jaded,
Forlorn and faded, He is not rushed.
I am glad God is an artist,
Painted with grace and ease,
A masterpiece, that the hand of God created,
Each differently, beautifully, brushed.
Rebecca Jones
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