I wrote this titled, One Perfect Bowyer. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
God is the perfect bowyer and I am the stave.
His word is his rasp. With each verse he does shave.
Imperfect is the wood, but omniscient is he
That tillers the wood and loves completely.
He stretches our fibers and takes waste away
He teaches us to bend, more and more each day.
None-the-less we are wood, and weak wood at that
So he gave us a Savior and applied us a back.
The backing gives strength, confidence, and cast
Justified through Jesus, I am a bow at last.
Thank You Father, Son, Holy Spirit!