God's Scrapbook-Part1

I drew closer as the angel whispered, 'Come and you shall behold!' I saw a book with an inlaid cover of precious stones, And embossed in purest gold. As he spoke, he turned around, Placing a crystal key within my grasp, And all drew silent as the lock sprang open, And I undid the ivory clasp. I reached inside and gently removed, The book from its satin case, I then let the angel be my guide, As we left that Holy place. He soon led me to a carpenter's bench, And he bid that I sit down, And pointing to objects on the top, He said, 'All these in this book are found.' I stared at and touched the simple things, That lay across God's table, But as my mind was only 'finite', To discover their use, I was not able. Chisels, paint brushes, dried flowers and twigs, Many cut-out pics of the LORD, There were broken shards of pottery, small piles of blackest coal, A cup of water and a wineskin from which oil was poured. I marveled as I touched His book, But then thought there could be NO WAY, For how could a work so beautiful, Have inside it, blackened coal and lumps of clay? Deeply perplexed, I mulled over the mystery, And turned to the angel to speak, For surely he knew the clues, To the answers I did seek. Then a presence entered silently, And filled the room with light, I knew at once that HE was there, My spirit leaped and danced with delight. My legs shook and on my knees I fell, And bowing, I lowered my head in shame, Then I felt His hand upon my head, And I looked up when He called My name... ©Jane Richer 05/11/2002