Rare

We're created from the dust,

So in some ways we must 

Be much the same. 

 

But we're individuals too, 

And each design is new, 

From whence we came. 

 

Can't you see—you were made with such care? 

You are not from a mold; 

You are rare. 

 

There were talents placed in you. 

Do you know what to do 

With what you've got? 

 

Will you trust in God to show, 

To you, what you don't know; 

Will you be taught? 

 

The landscape ahead now lies bare. 

Canvas waits—time to paint. 

You are rare. 

 

In His image you were made, 

Unique--not builder grade—

A custom piece. 

 

There is no one just like you, 

Not even just a few 

"Special release." 

 

It's the truth--it's time you were aware—

You are one of a kind; 

You are rare. 

 

There is destiny inside. 

It will be quite a ride. 

Will you take part? 

 

Surrender to the craftsman. 

Got questions? Then ask Him. 

He wants your heart. 

 

His secrets, with you, He will share. 

God says, "Shine; you are mine. 

You are rare."

 

© 2024 Teresa Miles Kephart