Rags and Dust
A little girl and her mother
sat down one rainy day,
Took some old cloth and rags,
and eagerly stitched away.
They finished sewing the pattern,
then stuffed in cotton with care;
From pieces of tattered cloth
they had made a teddy bear.
The little girl named it “Rags,”
after all, from rags it came;
and though it’s worth was little,
she loved it just the same.
But one day by the fireplace,
as if by it’s own desire;
The bear slipped from the little
girl’s arms and into the burning fire.
The little girl quickly grabbed
it, with her hands put out the flames,
The bear of rags was saved;
The little girl endured the pain.
Her mother bandaged her hands
and said, “I hope this is a lesson learned.”
“But Mama,” she replied with tears
in her eyes, “I didn’t want Rags to burn!”
The girl sacrificed herself
so her bear would not be lost;
Jesus did the same for us,
when He died upon the cross.
Though the bear was made of
rags, the girl’s love gave it worth;
How similar our relation to
Jesus, though we’re only “dust of the earth.”
"And
He Himself bore our sins in His body on the cross,
that
we might die to sin and live to righteousness;
for
by His wounds you were healed."
1 Peter
2:24 (NASB)
Copyright 1995 A. Mitchell
Moore, Jr.
