Friday, January 13, 2006

Diamond in the Rough

The date on this reads, July 8, 1999 [Now would be a good time to mention that I'm not doing these in the exact order that they're in my book] An early salvation poem.

Diamond in the Rough
by R.A. Slater

I am a diamond in my Master's Hand,
My shape is undefined and my light is dim.
My Master smiles as he carefully plans which cuts to make,
Only He can see the beauty that lies within
He loves me like no other and has great plans for me.

Others may be shocked at what the Master makes of me.
Some may be angry, grudges still in their souls.
A precious few will smile and say, "I knew it all along..."
All through this my gaze will be on my Master's smiling face
As He gently whispers with each cut, "I love you."

The cuts are painful, but necessary for me to shine
Each one cutting away the excess baggage of my life
I know that one day the cutting will be through
I will reflect my Master's light with glorious brilliance,
As I rest in the Hand of the One who loves me.

1 comment:

Jean-Luc Picard said...

Your poems from early on give a good insight into how you were then.

Great poem!