Lord I couldn’t see past the barrel of the gun

The day that you found me and said I was your son

You picked me up and held me, said “things will be alright”

You told me that together we could win this fight

I heard you say so softly ”this is the easiest thing you’ll do”

To have you hone and guide me that you would lead me through

With precision taps and chipping you would purge me of my sin

To hold your hand in faith and trust you till the end

Many parts of me are hidden away from prying eyes

You will let the light in you’ll open all the blinds

You’ll shine, grind and polish always leading to the end

That together you will make me into husband, father, friend

When the work is all over the day I come to you

The mighty gates will open and yes you will lead me through

To play within the heavens to shine amongst the stars

The place that is there for me a place with no more bars

So Lord please shape and mold me with your hands

So I can join the others as a diamond in your wedding band

Larry H. Dudley
MAY 2002

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