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Wrecked, vandalized, crushed or abandoned
junkyard was their mortal destination.
Considered useless, fruitless or ruined,
their future was without expectation.

Used and damaged spare parts are cheaper,
forgetting original condition.
Circumstances or bad choices sent
a finer thing to its demolition.

A door, a rim or antenna torn
from a body once perfect, once brand new,
ripped from its garage or sheltered days
to live in ugliness and ridicule.

From chic to cheap all exist alike
now in static squalor, forever changed,
nameless except for fragment value
knowing final destruction is ordained.

But a junkyard was not intended,
produced by man's surrender of his soul
in frenzied dashes to destruction.
The Proprietor had to take control.

He sent His Son to repair the mess
restore the discarded and offer love.
For this, they killed him mercilessly,
but no match for the power held above.

The Son lived again, forgiving all,
blocked the Proprietor's view of the yard,
granted full access to Him through prayer
left a promise and His inerrant Word.

Romans 4:7-8 [AMP]
Blessed and happy and to be envied are those
whose iniquities are forgiven and whose sins
are covered up and completely buried.
Blessed and happy and to be envied is the
person of whose sin the Lord will take
no account nor reckon it against him.

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