We had just bought a bag of oranges from our local fruit and vegetable market, and we didn’t realize the problem at first. My daughter sneezed every time she was in the kitchen. My face itched and my eyes watered. The fumes from an orange-gone-bad began to infuse the room with its pungent fragrance.
Something beautiful, something good
All my confusion He understood
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife
But he made something beautiful of my life
If there ever were dreams
That were lofty and noble
They were my dreams at the start
And hope for life's best were the hopes
That I harbor down deep in my heart
But my dreams turned to ashes
And my castles all crumbled, my fortune turned to loss
So I wrapped it all in the rags of life
And laid it at the cross.