"Sculpture's Song"

I'm not perfection, I can see

The many faults inside of me.

The tricks of thought and self-perception

That unseen alter heart's direction.

As I approach the Father's Throne

I lose the strength to stand alone

Against the light of such perfection

My sins cannot avoid detection.

Pulled from shadow

Now I see

How evil has corrupted me.

But with a firm yet loving hand

God shapes from me

A better man.

Removing that which stains my soul

And filling cracks to make me whole

I try to help, do what I may

But often I'm just in the way.

Finally He smiles wide

And sets all of His tools aside

It took my life but now He see's

The image of His Son in me.

© 2010, Jonathan Schaefer