I am a tile.

I am a tile.
A chipped one, at that.
And slightly scratched in many places.
With the paint slowly fading
Away, tumbling out across the ground
My whole inner being for God to see.

I am a tile
Part of an other-worldly design that transcends
Borders and boundaries and colors and shapes and sizes and yes
My imagination.

I am a tile
In God’s plan
His perfect design
And when that day comes
When my Maker will polish me inside and outside
When every piece He chose comes together
There will be nothing left to do
But to rejoice.