BROKEN SEA GLASS
Washed up on the sea shore pure and clean,
Pushed back again by turbulent waves.
God chastens whom He loves,
The Master aims to save.
Sharp glass now easy to handle,
The turbulence of the ocean has softened
Instead of running from the Refiner’s Fire,
We should learn to seek it often.
The smooth glass in many colours,
Is now a beauty to behold.
God seeks to take our tarnish crowns,
And replace them with ones of gold.
Broken and discarded, tossed away,
Nothing of worth to which one would rave.
The Father saw our brokenness,
And so He sent His only Son to save.