Just as a sculptor
Carves and chisels a rock,
So am I being formed,
Over time, with patience,
With plenty, with wisdom, and
With careful, but deliberate blows,
That is how a man is made.
Though I am harder than any rock,
And the process is slow and rough,
Still you care enough, to shape me
Daily to the man I am to become,
To chisel me, with the events of my life
That carve me, that mold me, that craft me
Just the way you want, as your son.
