Chiseled - By Dolston Morian Poem by Dr Dolston L Morian

When you joys are taking flight and no one understands,
You are being chiseled.
When from the stage of life no one cheer at your song of love,
You are being chiseled.

When your dream is burnt to ash and you feel the pain and loss,
You are been chiseled.
When your purse is so empty and you're dusted into poverty
You are been chiseled.

Then from the mountaintop you have been dashed to a valley below,
You are been chiseled.
When all the night your net is cast and no catch you come to know,
You are been chiseled.

But when you know for sure that your Master's in control,
You don't worry about being chiseled
For He is working through every trial, test, and loss,
T'is He that allows you to be chiseled.

So just wait a moment longer, be still He'll make you stronger,
For He still holds in His hand the chisel.
In His own way He is chipping away all stubble from the clay,
Remember, it is He that works the chisel.

And when His work is done and He refines you my son
You will be glad to know that you were chiseled.
He meant no harm and was doing His best with you
While you were being chiseled
You will praise Him more with wonder of love,
And exhale the day you've been chiseled.