After Genesis 1:26-27 and Psalm 8
We are not our own,
separate from all else,
our own reality. We are
made in an image
of the Creator, the one who
envisioned us, made us,
designed us, planned us,
guided us, even in a world
broken. We are made
in an image to rule by and
for, not instead of or in
the place of, trending into
tyranny without the hand
that fashioned us. We are
made in glory, we are
crowned with honor, we are
created to belong to him.
A thing of beauty, we are
a joy forever. And we are
twice his: he made us;
he redeemed us.
Photograph by Ken Cheung via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
A Prayer for My 15-Year-Old, Who is Set Apart – Jacob Stratman at Kingdom Poets (D.S. Martin).
Evensong – poem by Jeffrey Essmann at Society of Classical Poets.
Who Wrote the Gospels? – Timothy Paul Jones at Southern Seminary.
1 comment:
We are twice His - oh, what lines of poetry!
Blessings, Glynn!
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