Removing the mars in your heart;
Kneading, pressing the work oí My hands;
My joy to work to set you apart;
What My good nature, for good, demands;
Is it not mine, to do as the potter,
Since youíre My child, and Iím your Father?
For the good, Iím working all things,
Conforming you to be like My Son,
To stand for Me in all life brings,
We are walking, together as one;
The pressure you feel: My exuberance,
To work into you a divine patience;
Youíll see My heart, your greatest potential,
Unearthly grace, heavenly love,
Brought through all trials torrential;
Wrought through the Seed from above.
In time youíll see the fruit of My plan;
The glory in you: My Son of Man.