Driftwood Heart

Do your careful work, my Lord, O Carpenter of hearts, smoothing out the hardest wood to make the strongest parts.

Work with splinters, knots and burls imprisoned long within this tree.  O Carpenter of human hearts, press home your work in me.

Then when hammer, plane and sander through the years have done their part, what was only storm-tossed deadwood will reflect the Master’s heart.

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“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.  For those God foreknew He also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brothers.”  Romans 8:28, 29

Driftwood, in the right hands, has a fine future

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