The Sculptor
by Randy & Trena Reed
The Sculptor’s hands never tire.
God’s relentless love carves away my sin.
His mercy polishes my tarnished character.
His unyielding grace sculpts my sin-stained soul.
God chisels with perfect precision.
My blackened shards rain down.
Broken fragments litter the ocean floor.
God’s image is restored in me.
My forgotten beauty unfolds.
Infinite love emerges.
Joy appears.
A besieged world surrenders its captive.
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