You have drawn the Master Plan.
Every stroke is by Thy hand.
Help me see 'tis Thy great love
Reaching down from realms above,
Wielding axe so skilfully
So that I might fruitful be;
Not a branch to hinder me.
Lord help me look up to thee,
Welcoming thy strokes to me.
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I like the cadence of this piece, it is almost sing-song. The simplicity is also quite striking. Humility and truth shine through. There is almost a "Quaker" feel to this, deeply real, contemplative, and powerful.
