I am being poured out
because He holds the handle
of the pitcher that I am.
I am being whittled down
because He pounds His chisel
into the wood that I am.
I am being pruned away
because He clips with shears
the tree limbs that I am.
And I rejoice, knowing
someday, I will clearly see
Him who I will be.
1 John 3:2 |
