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Maar een ding: ek vergeet die dinge wat agter is en strek my uit na wat voor is,
en jaag na die doel om die prys te verkry van die hoë roeping van God in Christus Jesus.
--Paulus in Filipense 3:14

Dink 'n bietjie hieroor:
Waters van rus soos wat Dawid dit in Ps. 23 beskryf, kan ‘n paar dinge vir ons beteken:
Die volgende beskrywing van die verhaal van die verlore seun soos Dominee Sara-Jane Wessels dit skilder, het weereens vir my nuwe betekenis gekry. Ek hoop jy sal ook die drie hoof figure opnuut ontmoet.
Verlore Seun Keer Terug
Green pastures and still waters as described by David in psalm 23 may have different meanings to different people. :
Deuterocanonical (apocrypha) books are those books that were included in the Greek Septuagint (LXX) but not included in the Hebrew Bible
How Great is our God
Once as a young girl, I took a task to hand.
I created a doll of cloth.
Cut and sewed and planned.
I had other dolls,
Bought dolls with pretty faces,
Hanging on the wall of my room;
Still in their display cases.
But, I wanted one to hold and love,
And take close to my heart,
That could with stand time and more;
And not fall apart.
I filled her with grandma's old nylons and cotton,
And placed a candy heart inside.
I formed her little features
And drew her a face, with pride.
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Ragged little clothes, hand made,
And yarn made her a hank of hair.
It was okay that it was purple;
Polly Dolly really didn't care.
She was different, but so wonderful,
Because she was made by a young hand.
If you sit to create,
I know you would understand.
Once, a friend came to visit
And was going to pull Polly apart - to see
If I really placed a candy heart inside.
She didn't believe me.
I grabbed poor Polly,
"I know what's inside of her"
I made her just this way.
She was a special doll, for sure.
She got left in the rain, once,
And got lost on the bus -
But was brought back to me
After I prayed to Jesus.
Once, she got caught in a grate
And I struggled to pull her free.
"Why?' some one asked, "it's just an old rag doll."
But she, and all her rags, belonged to me.
I was going to save Sweet Polly
I would give my best for her.
More than the pretty dolls on my wall,
Polly was the one that I would prefer.
To me, she was so beautiful.
She smiled like she knew
That she was important to me.
For her, there was nothing I wouldn't do
She was my child,
For I had given life to Polly.
I made her from rags of leftovers.
To me, she was more than just a dolly.
That was years ago
And, in a suitcase, she was packed away.
But, I gave the pretty dolls to others;
Still in their cases of display.
I picked her up and held her close,
And I could see her some what faded smile.
One button eye was gone
And had been for quite awhile.
As I stared at her, it seemed
The Lord spoke to me.
"See, Polly Dolly. She's much like you
And here's what I see.
I made you with my own hands
And breathed life inside.
No matter the rags you wore,
I loved you and created you with pride
No one knows you better than I do,
For I AM your creator.
I prepared you for the storms of life
And, when you were lost, I sent a Saviour.
I had angels around heaven halls
To praise Me, like your dolls on display.
But, I wanted the free will of love
And a heart that wouldn't stray.
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Your heart was made of special candy,
To make you sweet,
And a smile that might grew faint a bit
But could overcome defeat.
Oft times, your outer self was ragged
As you were tossed in a raging sea.
But, your heart was given to Jesus
And you found a love for me.
Polly has become frail, now.
The years have been hard, and taken its toll.
But, the heart you gave her still resides;
Like you, some day, will reach her final goal.
From the rag bag and dust
I, the Lord God, created you.
I will hold you and carry you
'Til your days are through ...
Like you saved Polly
From being swept into a death of a sewer drain,
How you pulled her (with quite a struggle)
To restore her to yourself again.
When you were lost, like her (and
Because I loved what I created, was lost)
I struggled and pulled to redeem you.
It didn't matter the cost.
No one knows you better.
With your free will, you loved Me.
Like Polly dolly, you're my child, my creation,
And the love of Jesus has kept you for me.
© 2007 by Sandra Griffin
Author of "God in My Attic"
ISBN: 1594533881
http://www.our.homewithgod.com/sandra
This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact,
for non-profit ministering purposes.
Deuterocanonical (apocrypha) books are those books that were included in the Greek Septuagint (LXX) but not included in the Hebrew Bible
How Great is our God