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💖🙏