I Am Yours
I feel as helpless as a nail in the Carpenter’s
hands.
He steadies me and readies me, preparing me for what
is to come.
The plan is to drive me forward, through this life,
into the next.
I am being forced to combat the hardness of this
wooden world.
It is for my own good that He does this.
I am a sodden pile of mud and clay.
But You would never see me for what I am now.
You see me for what I can be, through You.
You shape me and mold me into something beautiful.
As I dry, your fingerprints become a part of me,
identifying me.
I am a block of immovable granite, but You know
better.
Once again, you look past the outside, into what I
can become.
You come to me with your chisel and hammer.
Slowly, you work away the excess of me.
Sanding me down, chipping away, making me new.
After all of this, You look on me, You smile.
I look to You, tears filling my eyes, the transition
was hard.
Every step I took with you hurt, every cut and chip.
But You never left me, you never changed your mind.
You looked at me and smiled Your warmest smile.
You said I was Yours and You were mine.
The tears flowed freely from my eyes and I embraced
you, forever changed.
