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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
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Driftwood
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 hard on 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!
SoulSurvivor
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
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