I may be getting old,
My story is untold.
The spider webs and velvet moss
Cover me and conceal my loss.
I seem unstable and overgrown
With all the hurt I have sadly known.
The poison ivy and weeds
Arise in spring and spread choking seeds.
My slats and frame are getting weak
But will I ever hear You speak?
Many came and unkindly sat on me
Squashed my spirit, kept it from flying free.
But look, I am still sitting here,
Waiting for peace to draw me near.
Others opened wide their arms of love
And my joyful spirit soared above.
In the Light of dawn I quietly glow
And my true nature with mercy You know.
My intricate design appears unstained
And Your eternal Love is pre-ordained.
While the busy world goes clamoring by
I wait with patience for the strength to try.
I pray for wisdom to know Your will
And when my time has come to be still,
Only then will I be truly changed
And my purpose in life be rearranged.
But for You alone do I wait with hope
And in darkness I've learned to pray and cope.
Your Light will shine on me tomorrow
And You will heal my every sorrow.
Come, sit and rest with me awhile,
Find endless peace for every mile.
To You, O Lord, I give all the glory
As I listen and tell our love story.
Some will wipe the dust from worn feet,
While others rest and Your Spirit greet.
It's not for me to judge another,
But with Love, to hold as a mother
Who sees in all their divine design,
Whose beauty in the new Light will shine.
I can no longer let fear or blame,
Hold back Love that heals sorrows and shame.
For as my weary, lost soul can tell
It is by His grace we are made well.
I may be just a broken, old bench
Who's ignored at the edge of a trench,
But I am happy and able to say,
"God created me in a unique way."
Before you dismiss my existence,
Know God loves me with fierce persistence.
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