Words of Comfort
How hollow are my hopes and dreams
How shallow my desires
Constructed of mere nothingness
Yet claiming lofty spires.
When buffeted by winds of time
What little worth they hold
Then skilful Artist sets to work
Bright promises unfold.
The Artists hand carves wonders from
The smallness I had made
From hollowness He shapes and forms
Endurance that won’t fade.
He builds a strength and beauty that
Was never there before
And paints new hope within the heart
Long hardened to its core.
With love He cuts and carves away
The shallowness set by
Assigns my heart His ownership
And sets my wings to fly.
Much higher than I ever thought
Was possible to rise
Result of His grand work–
— A self I scarcely recognise!