Corners rounded edges smoothed <br />splinters all sanded down. <br />Stain and varnish to make it shine <br />The best of wood making in all the town. <br /> <br />Shave a tad more off the edges <br />Maybe an extra coat of paint or two? <br />Just like to keep things rounded and tidy <br />And have you see the best that I can do. <br /> <br />I am the town's only carpenter <br />I had learned this trade long ago. <br />From a man by the name of, 'Jesus' <br />He was the best carpenter I'd ever known. <br /> <br />He taught me how to shave and round <br />And smooth the edges off of my life. <br />And to place those extra touches needed <br />With the skill of His sharpened carpenter's knife. <br /> <br />To plane down the tone in my voice <br />To sand the rough edges off myself. <br />He showed me that my sin's are forgiven me <br />And need'nt be placed on some dusty wooden shelf. <br /> <br />His craft was like no other ever seen <br />He was skilled in every single way. <br />And I will practice all of His wood working taught <br />And pass this on to my son's this way. <br /> <br />But for now I must complete rounding off my corners <br />Taking time to handle them with gentle care. <br />And always know that my carpenter Jesus <br />Has forgiven me, of my roughness that I sometimes wear.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/corners-8/
