Sometimes it takes a gentle tap
Upon the thin veneer
To penetrate the heart of man
To see My Son so clear.
It’s not My Way to crush the stone
For dust is all of man.
My Hammer is a different tool
Creates and forms My Plan
I smooth and shape these Living Stones
Into My One New Man.
O Child if you could see ahead
The future held for you..
You would not fear the gentle touch
The Hammerer’s Love flows through.
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