An old,
broken vessel that no one can use
Is just
such an instrument God says He’ll choose.
The weak
and the foolish, cast off by the wise,
Are
valued by God and esteemed in His eyes.
The
standard by which He appraises our worth
Is not
the one used by the men of the earth.
It’s not
that He’s willing to take second best:
He really
prefers what the worldly detest.
He
chooses the poor and the crippled and blind,
Ignoring
the glory of proud humankind,
The legs
of a man and the strength of a horse,
And all
the idolatry man may endorse.
In these
the Creator takes no real delight,
For faith
is the thing which is great in His sight,
And those
who will fear Him and hope in His grace,
Regardless
of what their condition or place,
Are
pleasing to Him — and to them He is nigh.
He
reckons them righteous and hears when they cry.
1 Corinthians 1, Psalm 147, Psalm 34
A wonderful and touching poem. Thank you, Nita.
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