God's Crayons

Some folks are like those brand new crayons
Standing up straight and tall
Ready to feel the Master's touch
Ready to heed His call.
Others have been out on the field
And look a bit raggedy with papers torn
Their colors still shine through
Although they are battle worn.
Some crayons have given their all
And are down to just a nub so small
But always from the artwork left behind
Their gift of color we recall.
Lord, I want to be that crayon
Giving all I am to You alone
Worthy to be a colorful addition to your Heaven
When you call me home.
Thena Cullen Smith

A smile in verse every time. Word.

I've been God's little crayon 68 years today. :-)

Who doesn't remember the smell
Of a new box of crayons-
Ones that have not felt the touch
Of some other crafter's hands
But whose paper is all intact
And sharp points all are aligned
In order for you to be the first
To use however you feel inclined...
Thena Cullen Smith

i seem to recall they didn't taste very good.

We're both February babies and well worn crayons! Another blessing in verse Miss Thena.