Safe In The Master's Hands

By: Theresa Carle

I feel the Masters hand apon my life,
As He carefully whittles me with His carving knife.
Piece by piece, inch by inch, slowly I'm being carved,
I never knew before, how much for my Lord my soul had starved.
But once I placed it all in the Masters hand,
And told Him to mold me according to His plan,
Instanly I knew my poor starving soul had been fed,
And now no test of faith would I any longer dread.