Friday, December 09, 2005

The Rock

By Me
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A heart made of rock
Beats inside me.
And all of my life
It's been made out of stone.
But even a rock
Is made smooth by the rain
Rounding rough edges
Only you can hone

Fall on me Lord
Wash the sharpness away
Soften me Lord
Mold me as clay.
Polish me
Form me in your hand
Only rocks that are broken
Become grains of sand

This hardened earth
Can be soft again
In the care of a master
Who has me in his hand.
Till up this soil
Where seed should grow
Break up this fallow ground
To make fertile this land.

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