Monday, March 28, 2011

God's Tool Box - By: Susan Y Nikitenko

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God’s Toolbox
By: Susan Y Nikitenko 2010

My daddy had a toolbox;
Filled with his pride and joy.
Every little tool he had;
To him it was his toy.

If you took one out;
You’d better put it back.
Or you’d get a spankin’;
But love he didn’t lack.

I would often help him;
Though, I was a girl.
Then, when he was finished;
He’d swing me in a whirl.

I would, just, giggle happily.
I loved my daddy so.
Everywhere my daddy went;
I would want to go.

Our Father, has a toolbox.
It’s filled with special tools.
Each one has a job to do;
The tool, it could be you.

Each tool to Him is special;
For, if He looses one.
He will not stop searching;
Until the search is done.

Because, all tools are unique;
And needed for His work.
When He has a job to do;
He uses me and uses you.

Perhaps, you are the hammer;
Perhaps, you are the nails.
All important in His sight;
To get the job, done right.

God’s toolbox is the church;
Filled with His precious tools.
Each one special, every one;
To get His purpose done.

Be a willing little tool.
In our Father’s Box.
When He chooses you;
For a certain Job to do.

And when, you please our Father;
Just as, me, my daddy too.
God will send you blessings.
When your Job is through.



The story in this poem is partly fictional,
sometimes it was a hug or just a nice word.
But my daddy loved me and all His children.
All my poems with stories both real and fictional
designed to illustrate a biblical truth.



1Corinthians 12:14-18

For the body is not one member, but many.
If the foot shall say, Because I am not the hand, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body?
And if the ear shall say, Because I am not the eye, I am not of the body; is it therefore not of the body?
If the whole body were an eye, where were the hearing? If the whole were hearing, where were the smelling?
But now hath God set the members every one of them in the body, as it hath pleased him.


explanation:

Father in this poem means our heavenly Father.

Like as in the prayer "our Father who art in heaven."


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