The Master toils so patiently,
While He fashions day by day
A form with potential beauty,
From this bulky lump of clay.
I can tell by His touch that He loves me,
Though my form is marred with sin.
And I know that today He will lead me,
When my stubborn self gives in.
I find Him at work by the furnace;
He is testing with fire to see,
If my faith will increase or diminish,
As the pressure is brought against me.
What a wonder that Jesus can shape me!
I will never fathom His power.
But each time I submit to His wisdom,
He is teaching me hour by hour.
So whenever I feel discouraged,
And it seems that my life is in vain;
I give in to The Master who formed me,
For He longs to work with me again!
–Chaplain Don, 1975