i am
a work in progress,
a not as yet
completed masterpiece,
created by the gentle Hands
of a loving God.
i will not be complete
until He says i am;
and, as i age,
i'm grateful
for the time
i've been given
on this old earth--
i hope i've used it wisely.
who, by worrying,
can add a single year
to his life?
i'm not worried...
i can only hope
that in the time
i have left,
He allows me to
learn...
grow...
and forgive
(especially to forgive),
when i've been wronged by others...
and not allow
the murkiness
of bitterness,
anger, hatred
and unforgiveness
to mar God's
work in progress.