Today's Mental Image:
A Diamond In The Rough
My life was like an uncut gem
All rough & angles sharp,
Its brilliance dimmed as by a veil,
No gleam or sheen, all dark,
But the master's hand worked miracles,
Each pain and woe or trust or test
A facet cut upon my soul,
He watched the work and blessed.
And even when it seemed to me
No other Facet could he add
That pain and suffering had wrought
A gleam and sheen that made him glad.
Still other processes there were
To polish, and the gem to set.
For now become a gleaming jewel rare,
I must be made ready for his service yet.
[from my mother's scrapbook]
What an amazing thought!
If we shy away for pain and suffering,
We can never become the diamond
We were made to be.
Even when cut to a brilliant sheen,
If we rebel against our setting
Our beauty remains lost,
Useless.
^
Forgive us Lord!
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