God’s Construction Zone

When I was young and not yet three,

I had a date with destiny,

I was struck on some ice by a sliding car,

Not hearing them shout “Stay put where you are,”

My mother shrieked and the police came quick,

Rescuing me where the road was slick,

I was rushed for care to my wounded head,

My father was crazed thinking I was dead,

I got stitched where the blood soaked wet,

It seemed that God was not through with me yet.

That was long ago,

I have scars that remain,

I have had other hurts that have caused other pain,

There are other occasions as life has gone by,

Yet my God still reminds me, “Hold on, you must try.

I still want to use you.

There’s a goal still unmet.”

It must be because He is not through with me yet.

Susanne Kessaris

May 16, 2021