I worked and worked very thoroughly,
as I stripped, sanded and stained.
I waited day after day very impatiently,
but now after a week and one day
I see before me, my first accomplishment.
The labor put in this hot month of May.
It's hard to believe, but it's not a desk I see,
but my own inner reflection.
The hidden part of me.
I worked so hard to bring out the wood,
but instead, brought out so much more.
I did something I never thought I could!
We have a lot in common, that desk and me.

Though it is done and complete,
it has a rugged appearance.
Old and worn, very much like an antique.
But through all the nicks and scratches,
its beauty shines through brilliantly.
Even though the color is off and it has some patches
I knew not the true beauty of this piece.
But when I had finished,
I was glad my anticipation did not cieze.
We have a lot in common, that desk and me.

The maker of the desk was not able to see,
to see the excellence of his work.
This is also true with me.
So as my mother was not able to see,
It takes someone else to first appriciate.
She can not yet see the beauty that lies in me.
Yes, we have a lot in common, that desk and me.

I knew this desk had more to it
then just the paint and crust.
The desk went beyond its own limit.
The same as the Lord could see,
further then my outside cover.
He saw my soul, the real me!
No one knows or loves you as well as He,
so next time you feel alone, remember
we have a lot in common, The Lord, you and me.



written in 1997
 
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