The Creator’s Touch 

Once shaped by worldly powers,
now a work of my Creator’s hands.
Christ long chisels away at me
and as His chisel works once more,
I wait - this time - faithfully.

I feel the chisel’s work
in the Master’s hands,
each stroke full of grace,
His work sets free
Christ’s image in me.

My waiting is not confused,
His Spirit’s joy within me,
humbled by this gift 
with certitude I know
the touch of my Creator’s hand.
 A poem from Vocation as Resistance © Craig A. Roberts 2022. 
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