The Master of His Craft
From the Perspective of a Broken Man
Wow.
What an honor.
To worship my creator.
Most machines get tossed aside
in a junk heap
Especially after all the malfunctions I've had
Many times where he should've left me
Broken, leaking,
Worthless piece of trash.
These gears stopped whirring
I had no heart
to even start stirring
the idea that I could
be useful to someone...
See, in my mind
I couldn't have a good creator, let alone
How could I connect to any kind of craftsman?
"How could you...
Why would you create me?
You know I malfunction
and leak oil
I can barely hold half of myself together!"
Yet he never fails to see me
and pick me up.
He brushes off the dirt and polishes me.
Every day, I'm given new bolts and screws
Then his son works with me
to get me to function properly
Again.
So now I can say wow.
In awe of a masterful maker
who rebuilds me as one of his own
How awesome it is
To be considered one of his
Masterpieces.
About the Creator
DeRon Scott
I write for my own benefits occasionally, but mostly for the closeness that I can bring to others who may be miles away.This is my purpose and I plan to follow through at the cost of my life. For me, that's how Truth is revealed.
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