The Making of a Tool

Making of a Tool


Fire consume, and burn away all the iniquity that stains me
Burn the imperfected me to ashes pure and clean
Purify this unclean coin; give shape to me, a stubborn metal
Guilt and depression have overtaken me
Madness has taken away hope
Burn away the corrupitble and leave me incorruptible.

Make something useful, something intended for your purposes
Take a cloth and clothe me with humility
Sheath me as a weapon or clean others through me as a basin

I am just a tool in the hand of my master
yet there is no more honorable gift than to be a tool in his hand
I can do nothing alone except fall
But as he stands and keeps me close
My soul becomes stronger and my life is to the one I love

Make me new, and take away this unholy use of me
I who have been made sanctified
Set apart by my Creator
Stop violating me by causing me to sin
Master, may I be used by him alone

Deviod of all desire, for anything other than my Master's will
Empty me of all that does not fulfill this purpose
I am just a tool, an extension of my master
Thank him, THANK GOD, for he is my master and creator.
He is my holy fire.