You are my sculptor and I, your stone.
Hard and rough on the surface;
You smooth my exterior like sandpaper.
I feel my edges break
And I watch them fall like dust.
A little smoother on the outside;
So you chisel your way to my inside.
While embedding my purpose in each carving.
Carving- a technique the Sculptor uses to remove
Unwanted material to create His desire form.
I am an object in your hands;
Being defined by contour, depth and height.
You are forming me.
You then step away from your unfinished work
To view the splendor of your image
As you allow this stone to adjust to its new shape.
You then chisel your way to its heart,
From which the mouth speaks.
You formed me.
Preparing me for my purpose,
Forging me as your weapon
And refining me through pressures of life.
In your hands I will not break
For you are the potter and I am your clay.
Scripture Support: Isaiah 64:8 “But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand.”