the Whittler
Does it seem like everything is goin wrong?
Does it seem like you ran out of inspiration
for another song?
Do you feel un easy
maybe a little uptight
well
thats alright
right then you should know
let me tell you
so you can grow
God is whittling on you
yes thats right
God is whittling on you
He is a master carpenter
He chooses each peice of wood very carefully
then
He begins to work on it
When He is working and whittling on that piece of wood
no angel in heaven or human on earth knows
just how it will look when
He is through
Whittling
on you
some peices of wood
He chooses
are soft sweet smelling pine
and
some of the pieces of wood
are hard oak
but
He chooses each piece for a specific reason
until He is through working and whittling on
each carefully chosen piece
We cannot see it's beauty
We cannot see the purpose nor the gain
because of the whittling
seems all we feel
is the pain
it is impossible to tell
until He is through
but
I have seen
His finished product
I have seen it in me
and I have seen it
in you
the sweet smelling soft pines
and
the hard oaks
He fashioned and put together to form
a mansion of a heart
2009 HC Holbert
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