I AM THE CHISEL | POEATREEMAN on Xanga

I AM THE CHISEL

WHO CARVED
MY OWN LIFE.

I STAND
AS A PORTRAIT.

TO SHOW
WHAT I AM LIKE.

MY FOUNDATION
WAS STONE.

STRONGER
WITH GOD.

I HAD
TO HOLD UP.

LIFE
HAD ITS CRACKS.


MY HEART WAS SOFT

FOR LOVE
TOOK THE BLOWS.


MY CARES WERE HEAVY

I HAD TO CARRY
THE LOAD.


MY STRENGTH
WAS STRONGER

FOR GOD CAME ALONG.


MY WEAKNESS PRETENDING

HE WAS NOT THERE AT ALL.


MY FAITH
IS THE MOUNTAIN

THAT MOVES VERY SLOW.


MY HOPE
IS MY DREAM

I WILL SEE HIM AGAIN.


MY LOVE
WILL STAY WITH HIM

FOR HE IS MY FRIEND.


BEYOND ETERNITY
WILL NOT BE THE END.


LOVE WILL FIND HIM
I WILL BE

WITH HIM AGAIN.


DEDICATED TO
@atotheg1991

POEATREEMAN

SCULPTOR
I AM MY OWN CHISEL.
CARVED
BY MY OWN HAND


3/8/2012
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