Standing tall, a marble block
inaudible, but the stone could talk
to some it may seem like just a rock,
but in HIS eyes, this rock is flawless.
New situations day by day,
some that chip this block away,
sometimes the stone looks dull and gray,
but in His eyes, this rock is flawless.
At times darkness failed to cease,
but slowly stone found its peace,
as it found it was a masterpeice
made by HIM, this rock is flawless
My eyes were opened, and I can see,
this stone was carved, shaped into me,
red ropes around so I can be,
a masterpiece that is flawless.