His Reflection

Here's my best silver, glistening;
All polished, like new, it's fine.
It took me many, many hours;
To see my own reflection shine.

Each piece, has an amazing story;
Of change in fire and flame.
Each unique piece must be tested;
Not one, beautiful piece the same.

When it was carefully molded;
And all imperfections removed.
The silversmith closely watched it;
And skillfully made it smooth.

Placed in the hot spot of the heat;
It's placed in the rolling fire.
The silversmith planned and purposed;
Each piece for his artistic desire.

Turning it, he handled it with care;
Removing all impurity.
Making works of art to be enjoyed;
As each one shines so beautifully.

This is our Saviour great desire.
In His grand and perfect design;
To purify us, through test and fire.
In His radiant grace we'll shine.

His reflection, will be seen by all.
Our lives will reflect His loving face.
And when they see, His true love;
The truth of God, they will embrace.

We are dull silver in need of His shine;
Without Him we're nothing but dross.
May I reflect His wonderful Grace;
And lead other souls to the cross.


~ Susan Y Nikitenko ~
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