Freda's Garden:

Welcome to my Garden:

FLAWED
Flawed and broken
Like pottery shard,
Wrecked in spirit
And character mired.

Flawed and dismayed,
A heart filled with sorrow,
Bowed and discouraged,
Dreading tomorrow.

But God whispers softly,
"Flaws I can mend,
I'm patiently waiting
To be your friend.

I sent my Son,
Not for perfection, you see,
But for all the flawed souls.
That desperately need Me!"

Freda Fullerton
August 29, 2012