There are two portraits carved in wood
Where, between them, a carpenter has stood
The tools of the trade were in His hand
More were around His waist in a golden band
The first picture was the result of human work
Where behind each cut, deadly harm could lurk
The other face is of heavenly design
Chipped and smoothed until beautifully fine
The carver was always ready to make a start
His motivation had to come from another’s heart
Once crushed, once lost, hopeless and forlorn
Now open to be bound up, no more to mourn
The craftsman’s tools were refined, unique
Making nothing too hard or impossible a feat
The chisels were labeled Grace, Love and Peace
Polishing cloths made from a lamb’s soft fleece
Before it all I stood in silent prayer
Knowing God’s Spirit could see me there
I looked from one portrait to the other
Understanding my plight, also that of my brother
From stilled lips, yet formed in my deepest part
Came the shout, “Now!, Master, will you start?”
Break up the fallow ground you see
I seek my Lord to rain righteousness on me
No more shall I eat the blemished fruit of lies
The ‘might of men’ now taken from my eyes
Features become truer to one of Abraham’s lineage
As the Perfector’s hand works His miracle image.