The Sculptor
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Patricia Gale
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Calloused hands strong yet tender
Gently traveling down the limestone
Painstaking moments but not willing to surrender
A symbol of heritage and a throne
Enjoyment and family all placed aside
A grumbling heart spoke, but silently
The commitment…. he must abide
Suddenly a tender inner voice sets his soul free
Your hands create this cross
But I hung upon one
Humbled by the Master
His lesson’s come............ if only we listen
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