Fixer-Upper

Lucky for me
God loves run-down
fixer-uppers

My heart and soul
were in a ramshackle state
But He raised His paddle
and bid a price none other
would dream to pay

There’s still work to do
but the garden’s lovely
I’m Jesus’s fixer-upper now

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It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse Poets Pub and De Jackson is tending bar and looking for poems with some form of the word fix. Head over and see what the other poets are fixin’ to write.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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