A Song by Me;
Am a painting by God, Made of Mosaics. I hung in a room, I didn’t know my value.
I’m an exquisite masterpiece, a breathtaking sculpture. I come to life at night, when all men have slumbered.
All creation spies, through a window nearby. They say they long to be me, and yet I had longed to be someone else!
“You’re so priceless, even stars can’t afford thee.” They say.
“I’m so priceless, even stars can’t afford me.”
Picasso, Michelangelo… I only asked, they said, they could never qualify…
Leonardo, Da Vinci…I also asked, he said, ‘there’s one greater than I!’
He said ”You’re so priceless, none of my pieces can compare. You’re so priceless, even the stars can’t deny!”
It’s morning, and I hear a whisper… That I am worth, Gods own very son—dead.
Interpretation:
I was once displeased, and unsatisfied with myself. My appearance, my countenance…
I wished I’d be the moon… Or the sun. I looked at the moon and I wished I’d be it. Having nothing to worry or envy about!
But it sprang to life; and said,’ I’m wishing to be you…Nigger!’
”You have Will. You can write! You can dance…I, well only do orbits daily and forever but God dwells in you! I only am a creation of his hands, and though you also are, He chose to move into you…which provokes covetousness in me!”
That opened my eyes! The greatest force in the Universe sits in me!
I am enough… You are enough…
Be contented with You!
‘And ye are Complete in Christ, (lacking nothing in Him) which is the head of all Principality and power’ Col 2:10
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