The Days of My Life

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Lord,

Sometimes when I look

At my life

It seems like a homespun

Patchwork quilt...

Quaint, but not quite "together"!

There are bits and peices of

Cloths and colors,

Scraps of material,

The days of my life...

When you begin to put together

The days of my life

You must have known

Where each piece would go...

You've told me that I am

Fearfully and wonderfully made...

And I believe you, Lord,

I do!

I may not be a velvet tapestry,

But even crazy-quilts

Have purpose,

To give warmth and

Cozy comfort and

Color to a room!

Whatever I am, Lord,

You made me...

Lovingly,

Carefully,

 Reverntly.

And exactly right! 

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