He will work with the jumble I am--all my life.
I do not perplex Him:
I am His;
And there is no puzzle on earth He has a hard time solving.
What a mess!
But He folds me in His arms and says,
"You poor thing, you--I Love you
And I really, really want you to love Me.
Believe it or not, it makes a great deal of difference to Me--
How you feel about Me, I mean."
And even while He's working with me,
the imperfect, sinful self I still am,
He winks, smiles, says, "I see you,"
Whispers shared secrets
and sends blessings enough to take my breath away.
O my God, my Love, my Workman,
Make me into a special treat for Thee.
