The Carpenter lays His hand to the saw
though varmint and insect may gnaw
'gainst his dream made wooden law,
He carries on with His saw.
Buildings are burned at will,
statues topple for ill,
beauty dies, but He creates still,
for none can overcome His will.
For the Creater will make become
what has healed the dumb,
and made feel the numb,
for the created must become.
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