It caught my eye sitting there by itself in the yard. Its tires flat and worn and tongue and handle bent and almost broken off. The red paint had faded to a brownish orange from the weather and rust had eaten away at its body. The inside was bent almost into a bowl shaped bottom and what appeared to be rock dents in its sides. There were also specks of white paint where there once was a name. Just from looking you would say, “Throw it in the trash to be hauled away.”
Then a voice came to me saying,” Let us fix the wagon together, for I can show you how. First you need a willing heart and I will give you patience and knowledge.” This I accepted.
I carefully straightened all the dents and filled in the holes with love and welded the tongue back in place. Then I replaced the tires and sanded it all down carefully, removing all old paint and rust. Then came the primer and a coat of shiny red paint. Then on each side written in white letters YOUR HEART.
Then I filled this red wagon with the Word of God, and now it was ready to roll again. A red wagon fit for a King.
