Good morning, BelovedOne,
The Carpenter of Love has set you and me on His workbench where one touch totally transforms. You called out His name, desperate for His touch – the God of the Angel Armies was captured by the cry.
He set your tender heart on His lathe of pure love and He began to spin.
Where you were rejected, He sanded away the shawty grooves. Where termites had ravished, the Master transformed the fibers, then refinished the surface.
Rare and transformed.
No longer worn.
His work has set you in a high place with the presence of His mark.
You are His heart. He is your shield.
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