Look at it
So simple,
Nothing unique,
Nothing truly special.
It's like a corroding metal.
Shiny on the inside, but rust takes it over.
Appreciating every moment as old age draws closer.
We're quite simple creatures,
Nothing extravagant here,
Just basking in the puddles of never ending tears.
But the mess that we are are,
Is his masterpiece.
The most precious of his creations,
Truly unique.
If only we'd see from his perspective.
That stare of amazement,
The stare of delight.
The stare of marvel,
Where he appreciates our very life.
We're just ordinary beings,
Going about our day,
Not knowing if we'll see tomorrow,
But for the best we pray.

But my question is,
How can someone so "ordinary"
Experience glory beyond all else?
Are you telling me I'm just another book picked from the shelf?
Why am I so favored?
What have I done?
Does being this "ordinary" grants all we desire under the sun?
It's quite simple, the answer is as plain as a steel rod,
You can't be "ordinary" when you're a child of the true and living God.

~ Tremar Ivey~