Lord, you are my carpenter.
You have taken me and cut me into shape
You have smoothed my rough edges
Gone with the grain
You have brought out my deep color
Richer in hue than I could have imagined
You not only knew my potential before you started but also knew my place within your plans
You have cut away the diseased wood,
The places overtaken by decay
I was once a sappling but you have grown me from your everlasting spring
I have grown strong and tall, limbs ever reaching for you.
You knew when to harvest me, when I was to fulfill your purpose.