You are designed and drawn by the King of all Creation.
Yeah, I’m talking to you.
On the mirrored-easel, The Artist traced out the image — a reflection of Himself. And then He fussed over the tiniest details, to make you … you.
The pudgy fingers. That silly, crooked toe. That cowlick that won’t tame. The way you get the hiccups when you can’t stop laughing. The hazel eyes that squint when that grin stretches wide. The graying around the temples.
The scar on the leg.
The gnarled hands with the bony knuckles. The freckles you despised as a child. The age spots that polka-dot her arms.
He made it all.
I wonder if He tossed his head back in holy laughter when He dreamed up the innie and the outie.
He declared every bit of it good. Very good.
You are a signature work. A masterpiece, signed by the artist. In the God Gallery, you are one of one, and it’s written in pencil in the corner like artists do: 1/1. That’s right: no duplicates available.
He stretched the canvas of you over the days that He numbered. And He framed you in the best materials available: the wood of Calvary.
And my …
“We are, by Your design,
The Signature of Divine.”
— By Needtobreathe
Photo: One of His masterpieces, on the background of another of His masterpieces.
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