Just a Cloth

seeing the cloth.. He picks it up.. inspects it.. feels it.. even smells it... He is pleased with the cloth.. the cloth satisfies Him.. taking the cloth.. He first washes it.. and lays it out..stretching it a bit then He irons the wrinkles out... preparing the cloth this is quite a labor intensive process.. for the cloth had stains and plenty of wrinkles and even frays He carefully cuts away the frays... and begins His work taking His needle and thread of a special kind that only He possesses.. He begins to stitch He has a vision in His mind of what this cloth will look like when it's done He doesn't stop and continues to stitch at times.. He must take out a few stitches where the cloth perhaps had a weakness and begin to stitch again eyeing the finished product.. He picks it up.. and smiles the garment is complete.. and now is ready for My use.. My desire.. My pleasure... he says yes.. He is satisfied... yet.. she was just a cloth (an analogy of how i feel right this second..)