The Master Carver

Our life begins, a block of stone,
Cold, unshaped, and all alone.
But in His hands, rough edges fall,
The Master Carver shapes us all.

He carved my eyes, He formed your face,
Breathing in life, redeeming with grace.
From lifeless rock to living souls,
In Him we find our truest roles.

For without His touch, we’re just undone,
But with His work, we shine as one.
An eternal witness, steadfast and true,
God’s enduring symbol—me and you.

For God’s Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop