How s l o w the forming-
How HARD some blows-
But I, the stone, must come to know
In my own person, my own soul,
Thy will, Thy purpose here below.
O Master, now I plead to Thee,
Cut off my roughness, form my face,
Refine my feelings, make of me
A fit reflection of Thy grace.
Yea, haste the day when I may kneel
Before Thee and great Elohim,
Accepted, peaceful in Thy home,
At last like Thee each grain of stone.
J. Devin Cornish
2 comments:
Is it weird I have no idea how or what to comment on, on these last few posts. I think I struggle with deep doctrinal and spiritual topics. Because I'm not all that confident and it's a pretty personal thing about me.
I really like that poem thing kimbo...so interesting and I want to keep that and remember it! Thanks for sharing!
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