Cutting Us Up

Preparing lunch for Sunday Celebration Roast, potatoes, carrots, and onion Scrub those potatoes until they pass inspection Thoughts running through my head What if they are rotten on the inside instead Well the outside looks clean, been scrubbed Enough, I can't see inside without cutting Them up, we are like that in our thoughts Praise God he knows without cutting us up But then sometimes he has to prune his vines Cut away the dead and useless times Preparing us so that in heaven we shine