When God was weaving you together,
Straightening out the lines and rounding out the edges,
Coloring you in with radiance and beauty like no other,
He threw many scraps away. Scraps he had no use for, for they were useless to Him.
Until he thought about who you would need later on in your life,
And I became nothing but a creators afterthought.
He used all of the good material He had in the masterpiece He created that is you,
And so all he had left were His useless scraps.
He then found that with those, He could create me.
In a rushed daze, He pieced me together, using a mere weak tape and glue,
His color palette had run out,
So I was a blank canvas that he could not add anything to.
At last I am born,
Made of the scraps God had intended to throw away.
- Jillian Powell