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 Box of Crayons

I read an interesting quote the other day
Bringing perspective in a whole new way
This is so true of the people that we meet
Whether at work or walking down the street

Consider how crayons are all cozy in a box
Some sharp or dull, yet there is a paradox
Having different colors and weird names
They live together in one box, just the same

When the crayons break, it often works out
More pieces to share and less to fight about
Kids love to color, creating pictures of art
Designing little masterpieces from the start

As a friend reminded me about our lives in the Spirit
To confess and repent of sin, we may neglect to do it
Telling God we are wrong, His peace fills us within
Only the blood of Jesus washes away all of our sin

It is a continual process we must repeat each day
Through the Spirit, He works in a special way
To cleanse, renew, and restore us from the inside
Drawing us closer, as we daily walk by His side

Like crayons are made from a special kind of wax
God uses people in others lives to make an impact
When our hearts are humble and broken before God
He molds us like crayons on this path of life we trod

It takes people as crayons representing every tribe
To join hand in hand together, becoming unified
In the same Spirit, using our gifts for His glory
Reaching out to others, telling the gospel story

Psalm 32:1-2 (NIV)
Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven,
whose sins are covered.  2 Blessed is the man
whose sin the LORD does not count against him
and in whose spirit is no deceit.

Carol Salter 8/7/08
(Revised on 8/9/08)

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