With potting soil on my hands


Take my brokenness

Turn it into beauty

I know I’m no artist

I can’t paint like you

I can’t blend colors like you



You see,

My heart is like my feet

They’re calloused

They’re rough

And I don’t want to soften them

For fear of felling pain.




Oh, please conquer my scars

But let me not forget

Help me always remember

What they mean

And how You love them.


One comment

  1. TJ de Ocampo · March 17, 2012

    Let God fix what man cannot.

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