Christ’s tool box

Chisel or hammer for stone or clay

I trust in Christ’s selection of tools for me today   

I need not know the what or the why;

For I am learning to trust even while I wince and cry

Sharp blades prune off and lob the dead limbs

Even a stump is glorious if it’s been pruned by Elohim

Cut chop slash crush

Oh Abba Father why must this process hurt so much?

The options are many: tweezers hammer then a sharp two edged blade

I’ll choose to rejoice in this day the Lord hath made

Not to us but to His Name all glory belongs 

He takes a coal and grabs them carefully with golden tongs

I squirm and I beg for a bit of relief

He cried too, a Man of Sorrows and acquainted with grief 

I say I trust Him; I don’t give it a second thought

But while I sit in the kiln, my flesh fights and yells for control saying  “fight this with all you’ve got” 

Me myself and I are brought very low

My King I see dimly but trust your tools make me grow 

Your precision

Your skill

Your carpenter trade

How could I doubt the Ancient of days?

Oh how I adore you Elohei Tehillati the God of my Praise

Now and forever I’ll thank you for each tool you carefully choose

For more like my Savior each lesson produced

I Praise you Christ Jesus the Son of God and Son of Man

For bearing more fruit was always the goal of your Sovereign Plan

I Praise the One 

The Only One

Who performs soul surgery

I’ll praise Him for each time He molded and pruned a wretch like me