I am mesmerized at the beauty you add to that which others would call mundane.
From the way the sun glints off the sheen of raven's wings to the small plants that burst from cracks in sidewalks.
You bring beauty to the broken,
You create treasures from ash and dust
You reform the things others destroyed and make them masterpieces.
Like stained glass, you take our broken edges and cut them away so we can be part of your artwork.
Lord, you do this to me on a daily basis.
I try to help you sculpt me into what I think you want me to be, only hindering your masterful design.
I create the things in me that need to be torn off and broken away.
Yet each time you smile at me and gently carve away my imperfections.
I close my eyes and let you be my hands as you guide me to your vision.
I wish to know how you see me so that I can know how I should love myself the way you have always loved me.