Why Was I Made?

What good am I to God, why did He make
this funny, fickle and fainthearted fool,
this silly, sneaky and self-centered fake,
this bungling, inept, ineffective tool?

He takes this tool, this pencil in His hand,
this vain yet humble creature that He made
and draws a picture we don't understand
and carves a soul with just this rusty blade.

God takes my thread and weaves a tapestry,
God joins His whim to my inane caprice,
from acorn me, the Lord designs a tree,
my simple seed, a garden masterpiece.

All this from me, I cannot fathom why,
except my love--the apple of His eye.

                      -- by Pete Voelz        12/04