Ephesians 2 v 10
For we are God's handiwork (poema in the Greek), created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.
God’s poems are not finger-stabbed to tiny screens, hurtful, unkind, sent unseen, abbreviated and unpunctuated, short and shorthanded, words landed without care or thought. He does not swipe to left or right, or judge by wealth, or dress, or sight. Despite the shabby staining sin, He counts it treasure, concealed within, and infinitely patient, crafts His hidden Word, ‘til all His work is done, and then that work shall be revealed, son’s glory, for His beloved Son.
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