Lord, today I feel like …
a used firecracker,
a balloon with a hole in it, a dried-up pen,
an empty soda-pop can, a worn-out shoe,
a discarded blob of bubble gum,
a crumpled up, yesterday’s newspaper.
Sometimes I feel worthless, Lord and it seems I can’t do
anything right.
Please close my mouth when I need to listen.
Refill this empty shell with
Your Presence, Lord.
Remind me that I’m special — If only because when You died on the Cross —
You did it for me.
RECYCLE ME into something that will be used for Your glory as you pick me up
with Your Resurrection Power
along the highway of Your promised New Life.
Adapted from a poem by Jo Winkowitch in “Poems For the Healing Journey,” A Barbour Book (adapted).
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