OLD RUG

The rug, once new, now tattered and torn.

Holes. Shredded. Greatly worn.

The beauty has faded.

It’s better days, now jaded.

Memories, if this rug could talk, does hold-

Stories of Christmas’s, cross-country parties, dog tales would unfold.

Gone now are its glory days.

I sit. I stare. I wonder with amaze.

I ponder. My life seems to resemble this old rug.

As I look at it, I cry. My heart feels a tug.

Once, I felt valued, beautiful; no more.

My life has been filled with pain; my heart ripped and tore!

Life’s journey has been rough!

But in my LORD Jesus, I trust!

He gives me strength; shows the way-

Keeps me on the path so I won’t stray!

He has and is healing my heart.

He cleanses me and gives me a fresh start.

Although I am thread bare,

Jesus knows every rip and tear!

He hears. He sees. He knows.

He holds me. Into my heart His love flows.

He shatters the darkness with His light.

He picks me up, encourages, tells me to continue to “fight the good fight.”

This is a spiritual war

Put on your battle armor. Fight. Like an eagle-soar!

Rise above the despair-

My heart hears: “Do good. Love others. Show them I care.”

“Out of the ashes, I am teaching you to grow

Let my love flow!

Show others the way-

Remember where you have been.  Watch and pray!