As Christians, we are rough stones
In the torrent of God's water way.
So He tumbles us over-and-over,
And smooths the roughness away.
As I look at length at my own life,
After seventy two years of His love.
Back in 1955, I turned to Him,
And He works with me from above.
I many times turned to my own way,
My demeanor was rough don't you see.
I bulked and bulked at His leading,
And turned from the Spirit's plea.
Yet, He patiently worked with me,
Ah, He suffered with me so long.
Rolling me though the waters,
God's love for me was so strong.
Why didn't the Lord just kill me,
When I simply kept falling in sin?
Ah, He was shining away the dross
He was making progress within.
Now I rest as a polished stone,
In the palm of His glorious hand.
May He now use me to slay giants
And respond to His every command.
© by Paul H. Leaman
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