A farmer had an orchard,Where he grew apple trees.So many, they were hard to count.As far as you could see.God visited the orchard.He placed His hand upon a tree.He said, You’ll grow no apples.You’ll grow oranges now for Me.So the tree grew many oranges.As juicy as could be.A miracle was done that day.For all the…

I used to be a better pot Of beauty, strength and pride. A useful vessel men could trust With all they placed inside. But now a pot with many cracks,Unpleasant to the eye.Unuseful in my brokenness,No matter how I try.But God sees me as beautiful,Through eyes of love and grace.Great treasures then He placed in…