The Crafter
The Crafter
From her pantry inventory
A list of ingredients, she selects
A spoon of this, - a cup of that
A delicate food, she projects
From off the dirty forest floor
A large log is obtained
Sawed, molded, sanded and polished
A beautiful object can be claimed
"Things" are crafted by human hands
That do enhance the way we live
But they are paled, when compared
To what our Savior, has to give
From the womb of a lowly virgin
Amid a meager atmosphere
Untainted by the touch of man
The advocate for sin, did appear
A plan God crafted, for all mankind
To restore Eden's bond
With love to great for us to fathom
Extended to all, who will respond
My goal is simply, to proclaim
There is hope for a fallen race
All who will heed the Savior's plea
Can be redeemed, by His grace
Colan L Hiatt = 01-02-15
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