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Life Sculpture
Chisel in hand stood a sculptor boy
With his marble block before him,
And his eyes lit up with a smile of joy,
As an angel-dream passed o’er him.

He carved the dream on that shapeless stone,
With many a sharp incision;
With heaven’s own light the sculpture shone, -
He’d caught that angel vision.
Children of life are we, as we stand
With our lives uncarved before us,
Waiting the hour when, at God’s command,
Our life-dream shall pass o’er us.
If we carve it then on the yielding stone,
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly beauty shall be our own, -
Our lives… that angel vision.
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My hope for you, Dear Friend, is the recognition of… and joyful fulfillment of that “angel-vision” in your life.

IMAGE: Through the gracious courtesy of Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com
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