Lord, why do you keep pounding away at me?
Like a sculptor, are you chipping away at a rock
blow after painful blow,
hoping to reveal something beautiful and worthy inside?
If so, therein lies the problem I believe
As I do not know that there is any beauty inside.
But if I do not believe that there is beauty inside
then strike after strike,
am I not denying your very existence?
How am I to react to this refining and shaping?
Am I to just accept it and carry on with my life,
letting things work out over time?
Am I to ignore it best I can,
becoming numb to each strike of the hammer?
Am I to wince each time the chisel chips,
holding it as memory of change and shaping?
I think I know what the answer is supposed to be
but sometimes I grow tired of this process.
Sometimes I wince before the hammer even strikes,
just thinking of my need for additional painful growth.
But ultimately, I thank you, Lord.
I thank you for loving me enough,
for so wanting me to be a part of your plan,
that your chiseling of refinement
continually seeks the beauty inside
that I myself just don't see.