by Kaylyn, 14, from Colorado

God made me like a cookie.
He put in every chocolate chip.
But I’m not from a recipe.
He made me up, without one tip.

Sometimes I feel He forgot the sugar
Or mixed in the flour way too soon.
What if the eggs had salmonella?
(And why did He add that extra teaspoon?)

But when my sides are burning,
When my edges are getting brown,
When the oven feels too hot,
When my middle’s sagging down

I think of the One who took His time
To uniquely make me right.
I think of the One who formed me
And won’t let me leave His sight.

Then finally He takes me out
And sets me down to rest.
I feel complete and warm and sweet—
My baker is the best.

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