Today is a day for
Finer sandpaper
The coarse grit of yesterday
Need no longer apply

So I swell with pride--
With humility quell
My swelling eyes.

You're sawdust in the sunset,
You grew from a faraway tree
Cut down by a stranger
Unknown, you grew to me.

And now this beauty
Is what I see.

They say god's house is made of
Many layers of the most expensive gemstones,
Well i am just happy to be working with wood.