MESS turned MESSAGE
I gorgeously carried my pitcher, Adored it with all that was within me. I never knew why other maidens felt angry;😕 They viewed me with envy in their eyes;😟 After a while, I noticed the reason why. My pitcher was the biggest, And had not a single crack.💃 As opposed to that of other maidens in the land. I got close to them,😣 Not wanting them to feel bad. But I regretted my decision;😢😞😧 I walked in the counsel of the ungodly, I stood in the way of sinners, I sat in the seat of the scornful, And drifted away just like chaff. My pitcher got broken.😥 I became a mess. The Savior came to my aid,😯 But though my sins were forgiven, consequences lingered. Wounds heal, But scars remain;😟 The Savior came and took away my MESS; He gave me a new name.🙌 I am no longer a MESS but a MESSAGE! I will keep telling my story,💃💞 So that others don’t fall into the mistake. I am a MESS turned MESSAGE💖🙏