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. (paperback, ebook, audio book)