The Carpenter

He fashions the hard wood in our souls,
Into a shape that makes us whole.

He cuts through knots and ragged joints
And polishes our finest points.

He works on us with sharpest tools,
Into a form beyond man's rules.

Beyond a system, beyond the law
Beyond the petty points we score.

Cuts away images and masks
Leading us on to greater tasks.

He clears out the dead wood in our lives
Till only what is pure survives.

He slays our monsters, calms our fears,
Washes our memories, dries our tears.

He labours with skill, no matter how long
It takes us to discard what's wrong.

It takes to set us free from sin
And release His beauty that's within.