BEAUTY FROM ASHES
He’s not done yet, He’s writing beauty into your breath,
Crafting life into every step, and weaving love into every thread.
He’s not finished; he’s composing melodies in your heartbeat red,
Painting masterpieces and sculpting perfection in your soul web.
He’s still working, filling joy into every moment, transforming lives in a glance.
God`s, masterpiece is never complete, it’s always evolving like a fountain dance.
He’s not done with the story yet. He’s the potter to the clay craft,
He is a best Potter. Trust the life He gives.
Count your blessings; don’t forget the story is yet to begin.
Silence speaks in His words of promise. Cling to it; believe you’re part of it.
He says, “I know the plans I have for you,” and it’s true.
When the road is long and hopes feels afar, trust the maker,
Cling to His promises. Don’t forget He’s not done with your story yet.
He lost his job and pride, in silence, God`s grace is working,
It’s not the end; it’s just a beginning through ashes despair.
Give god your hurts and pains, when strife’s knocking at your doorframe,
Declare over, and say God`s called me his masterpiece.
Potter has equipped me and empowered me to be his masterpiece.
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