A little bit worn,
frayed and ripped
a little bit old
chipped and nicked.
A little bit used,
aged and weathered
a little bit scratched
scored and feathered.
A little bit marked,
scuffed and grazed
a little bit confused
puzzled and dazed.
A little bit broken,
cracked and chipped
a little bit sheared
pruned and clipped.
But Jesus loves me,
just “As Is”
and I am thankful
I am all ~ His!
~~~~~~
Psalm 143:5
King James Version
“I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all thy works;
I muse on the work of thy hands.”
October 24th, 2012 at 7:16 PM
Loved this poem no matter what we go through we will always be his what a comfort that is
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October 22nd, 2012 at 6:54 PM
Good poem, Deborah! I am thankful too! God bless you!
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