His Workmanship (Eph 2.10)

The potters: with hands and wheel
The painter: his brush, his canvas, his palette
The architect: with pencil, and steel
The sculptor his stone, his chisel, his mallet

The poet with meter and rhyme
The composer: his verse, his staff, his chord
The weaver: with loom and time
The craftsman: his plane, his saw, his board

Before the work begins;
Seeing the end from the start
Each stroke, each note building on another
Each an expression of his heart

With precision and tireless care
He makes something out of nil
A marvel is in the making
A work that represents the Masters’ will

We are that work in progress
A masterpiece not quite finished
But the One who envisioned the whole
Will not allow the work to diminish

A day will come
When hammer will no longer be heard
When the loom will stand quiet;
When He’s written the last word
A day when the portrait is complete;
No more need for the pen
A time when the wheel will stop turning,
But until then…

Day by day, from glory to greater glory
His masterpiece in mind
Conformed into His image
Until the day we are two-of-a-kind