#thegodproject

In the beginning there was nothing but the great designer... The Artist and His blank canvas... It was the perfect slate to show off His magnificence A perfect sculptor like no other, whose mouth breathed out the universe with just a sigh... But by using His hands He showed His favor He carefully crafted and took His time For his beautiful creation where He breathed life and He said "mine" Set apart from all creation, A reflection of His divine As the author writes the story of creation, He was cast as protector of breath, Defender of the nations, Fighting for his creation Nullifying the enemy's infiltration Healer of a broken heart, The helping hand and waiting shoulder, Gentle as a dove But stronger than a boulder The beautiful Maestro with His musical score His composition as beautiful as the image that He wore Good, pleasing and perfect are His classics We're the composition made to be bold and drastic, to play a sweet voice like a symphony, saturating the atmosphere to the beat of His glory. But something happened: and the image-bearers broke apart... His voice was silenced because creation tried to play His part. So creation parted and divided from The One, shattering the mirror bearing His reflection, Trying to self-sustain apart from the designer Instead they told Him what He made them for Pretending to be deaf, they drowned out His voice with their own They can't hear Him calling out to them, forgetting what they've known They pursued a different purpose, reflected a different image Producing a different sound, calling themselves garbage So someone had to come in and change notes.... had to pick up the pieces that they broke... So a sacrifice had to me made, to reclaim His musical score The Maestro wanted the original sound and the image to be restored The story had to be re-written, and only the Author knew Only a sacrifice would suffice for the payment that was due The Artist traded His wooden paintbrush for a cross And with the only ink powerful enough to refund the loss He painted with His blood With long, beautiful strokes, Every move intentional, "THIS ONE'S FOR YOU!" He spoke Redeemed His creation, Restored it's beauty, made it new Looking at what He made, thinking "If you only knew... ...It's YOU! The beauty I lavished upon you, the purposes I've set... Your true worth and identity in me, you constantly forget... The universe I created, is full of splendor and magnificent... But you I formed with my bare hands, My thoughts for you have no equivalent! Everytime you punish yourself, thinking you have no worth, You reject Me and My plans for you, that were set from before your birth Your story I've already written, your sound I've already arranged... Your life is a beautiful design, so it hurts Me that you've changed... This world has lied to you, telling you that you're not good enough, but believe Me when I tell you, ...your cast and your role is up!" Are we finally ready to fall in line? To be sweet musical notes that wanna move forward and not fall behind YOU are God's Handiwork predestined before time Given gifts to glorify Him, not be mauled over in your mind Wake up! Your body created with clay But it makes a perfect vessel that He said "To you, My breath I gave away" We are individual notes who all have a place Coming together unified by the power of His grace WE are God's orchestra. Will you surrender to your call?