In The Making
A mess of things you would take in
Like clay you'd mold and tore from sin
All souls who fell and fall this day
A work of art soon you'd display
Years would steal but not for long
For all of life to you belongs
Ungrateful grows what you would give
In those the lost, you still forgive
In your hands the mud of life
From pierced hands of son The CHRIST
Life's blood gave a ransom paid
To free mankind on tree displayed
There before all eyes not blind
There of yours to Him bled tied
A world of shame, a sphere of hurt
The dark that stole and you it cursed
Yet even then as is this day
Man walks their walk and still gets played
By needs and wants and more of more
Forget the Veil for them you tore
Be wise, be quick, the wiser still
For in the making today man's fill
May be just that as time shall come
To says it time for your Kingdom
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