this week as i spiralled into comparison
and demeaning self talk, i felt God say;
"you are finished work".
i felt it break through societies lies
and my own self- rejection,
i felt it steady my feet
and pour life into my withered leaves.
just as a painting in a gallery is considered finished work,
so are you.
this means no room for reconsideration,
no room for reconstruction.
stop picking at your flaws.
what you consider imperfect,
God puts on display.
Crafted by the Master Artist,
Sealed with His approval,
You are finished work.
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