The Crooked Stick
The Crooked Stick
As I wandered through a forest
among the beautiful shade trees
I remembered Who made them.
Who planted them and formed them.
Who caused them to grow upwards.
Who allowed their limbs to form
and then permitted them to grow
outward in a straight or crooked way.
And then I saw limbs on the forest floor,
some straight & some bent, broken & crooked,
having been shed to fall upon the ground.
I bent and picked up one straight like an arrow
and used it as a stick to draw a straight line in the dirt.
And, then I picked up a broken & crooked small limb
of no use in the world for even a simple walking stick.
I used this stick to draw a straight line with no difference.
Then I knew that God was revealing that so can He use me,
a bent, broken, & crooked stick, to also draw a straight line.
Be of good cheer, all of you broken & crooked sticks like me.
In God’s hand, He can use us bent ones with little worldly worth
to make straight lines upon the human dust and dirt of this old Earth.
