I am work of Art

I am work of Art


Many walk this earth seeking purpose

Trying to make sense of who they are

The moment of my birth my purpose was revealed


Every bone that was broken

Every time the physician operated on me

Every moment away from my parents

Every exclamation and anguishes


Jesus knew

He went thought the same thing on the cross

As God sheltered His Son

God sheltered me

I am made in splendour


I am purposefully and wonderfully made in God

When you look at a work of Art, many of times  it makes no sense

But you are drawn to it; it makes you feel things you can’t explain

That is me

I am work of Art


Writing By NJH

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