I marveled at the masterpiece, the quilt of rare design
Not one like it in this world, I can’t believe it’s mine.
It started as a pile of scraps, some came from who knows where
They had outlived their usefulness, I handled them with care.
It no longer really matters, the hours that I spent
Planning, cutting, stitching; or the needles that were bent
For though the useful purpose of my scraps was in the past
The quilt that I had fashioned was a comfort that would last.
I’ve heard that when God speaks, to direct us by His hand
He uses words and phrases that His children understand
And so when I was puzzled and frustrated as could be
I went to God and asked Him, “What do you want of me?”
“Why is life at times confusing? I feel good, then I feel guilt
Please God, show me who I am…” God whispered, “Be my quilt.”
The thought it seemed to shake me – Had I misread His command?
The answer soon became quite clear, for quilts I understand!
God had taken bits and pieces, my “life scraps” of little use
And stitched them all together in the way that He did choose
And He held me, oh, so closely, through the cutting and the pressing
And while the wounds were healing, His balm became the dressing.
From the scraps of my life, to the quilt of His design
Why do I often question, when I belong to Christ divine?
For my Jesus has redeemed me and has called me by my name
And it’s through God’s quilting process that I’ll never be the same.
I must go on with boldness, to be this quilt for God
Give comfort to the hurting and warm those who’ve been trod.
Wrap my arms around the broken, who need their hope restored
Fill many lives with beauty and point them to the Lord.
Yes, God has His own plans for me, I’ll listen to His voice
Respond to His gentle nudgings, and daily make the choice
To step out in His boldness, allowing Him to use me
For this awesome King of Glory, had love enough to choose me.
Written November 1995
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