The Great Masterpiece

I'm not a poet or even remotely close to one, but these words came to me as I thought of the death of my ten year old cousin. He died this morning from cerebral malaria. His family are missionaries in Benin, Africa. I didn't know Christopher very well. He was my second cousin, but I know his parents and many of his aunts and uncles and my heart goes out to them. May God hold you in His arms and may we all someday see the beauty in the masterpiece He is painting in our lives. 

The Great Masterpiece

Ten years old when God called him home

Just a boy on the African plains

We're left here below and we struggle to see

How this could be part of the great Masterpiece

It feels like we're caught up in something unreal

Like we'll wake up and find it's all just a dream

Our hearts cry out as we struggle to see

How this could be part of the great Masterpiece

Friends and Family so far away

But they gather around the great Throne of Grace

And their hearts cry out with all of the saints

As they struggle to see

How this could be part of the great Masterpiece

Someday we'll stand before the Throne

When we have finally made it home

And then we'll see our Savior's face

And know that this was by His grace

 At last we'll see the beauty found

 In the Savior's Masterpiece