‘Is He not the carpenter’s son?’
 
He wants to shape us, fashion us skilfully into His righteousness
Craft us into His work of art
The Green Wood, still living, growing tremendously
Chiselling with love, He irons out the knots,
Planes the splinters, leaving us peacefully smooth
He creates something everlasting
Unmasking all blemishes to produce perfection.
Master craftsman – none can equal.
Carefully, He handles His treasure; delightfully and painstakingly
Retaining its grain, He works on His unique design.
Many hours of labour are freely spent, for He has a plan.
His beautiful mind can imagine and transform the block into something
Of great beauty, for His trained and mighty hands can work miracles.
Every detail is noted; for He knows the material inside and out –
Every fault He can lovingly and patiently eradicate; make right.
No job too big or too small – all His creations are priceless
And all reflect His skill and personal touch.
Dove-tailing with precision – every technique brings perfect cohesion
Uniting the Maker with the essence of His mighty being;
His amazing creation.
 
Julie Hughes © September 2018