He chisels me

When difficulties knock on my door;
I shall not be shattered;
I shall not say the Lord has forgotten me;
For, indeed, he has not.
With each trouble,
He chisels me;
With each difficulty,
He chisels me;
With each disappointment,
He chisels me;
And as he does so,
He prepares me
For the great things he has
In store for me;
Why then should I detest
Any difficulties, hardships or sorrows
That come my way?
Instead,
I shall take them with a smile;
And wait for God’s plan for me
To mature;
I shall take them with a smile;
And wait for God’s fruits in my life
To get ripe;
And get ready for harvest.

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