Prepared for Perfection     

(1 Kings 6:7)

No sounds of masons’ tools were heard on site,

The shaping and the trimming done elsewhere;

For freshly quarried stones, so rough and bare,

Must be conformed to fit God’s plan aright.

And cedar trees, when freshly hewn and green,

By nature were too crude and unprepared;

So not a craftsman’s single blow was spared

That only fit perfection might be seen.

So wonder not to feel the chastening hand

As we are each prepared for heaven’s glory;

And each one has an individual story

As God prepares us for His heavenly land.

To Him should all our greatest praise be given,

That He should care to make us fit for heaven.

– Tom Chapman

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