The sculptor saw inside the rock,
A beauty no one else could see.
He chiseled the rough spots away
Until the prisoner was free.
The master has a plan in mind
For each one, a unique design.
He chips away with tender touch
As the stubborn heart He refines.
Oh, let us be your masterpiece
And bring the glory to your name.
Then we may shine as a bright light
While your love and grace we proclaim.
Judy Wood
