To adorn the Lord’s temple
For His dwelling glory,
Man would need search
For that which is worthy
On rich lands and peaks,
In vain, all men seek,
But these aren’t the places,
To locate the meek.
It’s ‘neath tempest storms,
And crushed upon trees
Where nobility’s found
By those who can see.
The purple and blue dyes
Come forth from sea slugs,
The red thread from worms,
On trees crushed and then hung.
This is the pattern
God ordained long ago,
To raise up the broken,
The tossed, and the low.
Whatever the world
Most often rejects,
Is that which the Father
Will make resurrect.
Now, if you are facing
Waves crashing down upon,
The swirl and pressures
That cause so much harm,
Take heart, precious ones,
Your blood, sweat, and tears,
Will never be wasted;
God redeems all the years.
What pours forth from earth’s
Lowliest creatures,
Will one day BECOME
The Bride’s loveliest features!
Now, hold tight to hope’s anchor
For our Savior is risen
And to all found in Him
Eternal glory be given.
(Acrylic pour artwork by Georgine Patt)
Kerry Hasenbalg 
Wonderful Kerry!🙌🏻
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So beautiful and inspiring sweet friend!
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Beautiful ❤️
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What a rich reminder of the detailed care and handiwork of our Father. Nothing is wasted when our lives are in His hand. He’s able to take our pain, the world chaos (COVID-19) and the unanswered questions of life and cause them to work good in us, helping us become His beautiful image…His reflection. Thank you Kerry for your words that sparked such beauty in my mind.
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