{"id":1416,"date":"2017-08-31T11:53:42","date_gmt":"2017-08-31T16:53:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/?p=1416"},"modified":"2018-09-27T12:26:10","modified_gmt":"2018-09-27T17:26:10","slug":"the-masterpiece","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/becourageousbebold.com\/index.php\/2017\/08\/31\/the-masterpiece\/","title":{"rendered":"The Masterpiece"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u00a0<\/strong>Under the skillful eye of the Master<\/h6>\n
He sees my many flaws\u2026<\/h6>\n
He knows that I\u2019m a disaster but still he calls\u2026<\/h6>\n
Unaware of whom it is that gently calls my name<\/h6>\n
I go about life as usual ignoring him just the same\u2026<\/h6>\n
My heart is tattered with many scars but I bear my shame<\/h6>\n
There\u2019s no one else to blame\u2026<\/h6>\n
Years go by and I\u2019m still searching but my heart begins to respond<\/h6>\n
I find myself in a tiny spot and once again I hear him call my name\u2026<\/h6>\n
This time I pay attention, I look around to see<\/h6>\n
And there with eyes shining He looks lovingly on me<\/h6>\n
Who are you sir? What do you want with me?<\/h6>\n
I haven\u2019t much to offer but I\u2019ll share my bread with thee\u2026<\/h6>\n
\u201cOh Child, I am the Master who\u2019s waited long and patiently,<\/h6>\n
for your heart, to belong to me\u2026<\/h6>\n
I\u2019ve been with you through the storms of life and kept you safe in danger and animosity\u2026<\/h6>\n
I\u2019ve held you when you slept at night and warmed you with my daily light\u2026<\/h6>\n
I\u2019m the one who\u2019s watched you cry and told you everything will be alright\u2026<\/h6>\n
Open you heart and you will find\u2026Home is where you\u2019ll be\u2026\u201d<\/h6>\n
I fall upon my knees, and there I humbly,<\/h6>\n
Embrace the Master…<\/h6>\n
He\u2019s changed me into His masterpiece,<\/h6>\n
where all my flaws were made into<\/h6>\n
A\u00a0beautiful tapestry.<\/h6>\n
~Marla Shaw O\u2019Neill August 31, 2017<\/h6>\n

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Luke 19:1-10 New International Version (NIV)<\/strong><\/h6>\n
Zacchaeus the Tax Collector<\/strong><\/h6>\n
Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through. A man was there by the name of Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax collector and was wealthy. He wanted to see who Jesus was, but because he was short he could not see over the crowd. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore-fig tree to see him, since Jesus was coming that way.<\/h6>\n
When Jesus reached the spot, he looked up and said to him, \u201cZacchaeus, come down immediately. I must stay at your house today.\u201d So he came down at once and welcomed him gladly.<\/h6>\n
All the people saw this and began to mutter, \u201cHe has gone to be the guest of a sinner.\u201d<\/h6>\n
But Zacchaeus stood up and said to the Lord, \u201cLook, Lord! Here and now I give half of my possessions to the poor, and if I have cheated anybody out of anything, I will pay back four times the amount.\u201d<\/h6>\n
Jesus said to him, \u201cToday salvation has come to this house, because this man, too, is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.\u201d<\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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