The Carpenter

You are the carpenter, Lord
I am the wood
I wasn't perfect
You understood
You had a vision
Of beauty in me
You are the carpenter
Perfection you see

You are the carpenter
Taking such care
Devoting your time
To make me so fair
Forming with love
Every crevice you make
You are the carpenter
You work for my sake

You are the carpenter
Loving and wise
Tireless hours
You spend by my side
Doing what every
Good carpenter does
You are the carpenter
Perfecting what was

You are the carpenter
With proudness I shine
Abundant in quality
Form and design
You saw perfection
In a piece of old wood
You are the carpenter
And you understood

This poem was a finalist in the April 2023 poetry contest

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