A carpenter found driftwood
From a wreck upon the sea
He looked at it with interest
What kind would it be?
He found that it was oaken
Mighty, strong and hale
But it had been broken
By tempest and by gale
He was building houses
From such sturdy oak
So he took the driftwood
Upon it for to work
He carved with sharpened chisels
He began to sand
He had red, raw cuts of pain
And splinters in his hands
He worked with it patiently
Imposed on it his will
It will be something wondrous
He's working on it still
He loves that piece of driftwood
He salvaged from the sea
For the Carpenter is Jesus
And that piece of wood is ME
SoulSurvivor
(C) 6/23/2016
Jesus has had to work pretty ******* me. I'm still rough around the edges, but I'm being sanded smooth. It is a painful process I assure you. But when I look back to what I was even 3 years ago I'm in awe of what he's done.
Thank you for loving me and all my flaws. I may not be what I should be but I'm better than I used to be by far!