Foggy Morning In Arkansas
You are gold – never dull, You shine like the sun.
But I am silver – I become tarnished by sin.
When asked, You polish me with Your
Blood red cloth so that I reflect You again.
You are a diamond – hardest substance known;
You, Lord, dazzle me with Your brilliance.
I am an uncut stone – shave the worldly lure
From my soul, cut me into Your likeness!
This is week forty-eight of Three Line Tales, and here is the photo and my response. If you want to join in, just click the link; the rules can be found there.😉 This is my sixth time participating in this fun prompt.🙂
photo by Zara Walker via Unsplash
Twinkles, holding a star in the palm of the hand
Sparkles, flickers of fire descending and
Dazzles, like a magic wand on demand