True Art - A Poem By Kristen Sykes
The Artisan of the heart
Gathers the broken shards
Covets the world's discards
Seeks all pieces shattered
As if to Him they mattered
To work His eternal art.
Like right to left Hebraic
Collecting every jot and tittle
Of bruised blood and sobbing spittle
What was left He rights
Makes day from deepest nights
Works waste for good in His mosaic.
From whence this beauty great?
Where the enemy trashes
Jesus takes the ashes
No other raw material
Will suit Him for a miracle
Divine the talent to re-create.
High Artist strong and patient
Requires the lifetime of a life
Perfecting loveliness from strife
Adam and Eve He made from dust
He'll transform what's gone to rust
And resurrect what now lays latent.
by Kristen Sykes
Note: I retired from Reflections Ministries at the end of 2018 and Kristen and I wholeheartedly thank you for your kind support and prayers for us all these 29 years. You have been a tremendous help and encouragement to us. Although I have stepped down from vocational ministry and no longer receive financial support, I am not fully retiring from ministry. I will continue to meet with men one-on-one for our mutual spiritual growth and encouragement. We are so grateful for your friendship and partnership in the Gospel! Len