To see
what is not seen
the promise hidden beneath
To cut
away all the rough
beauty for all to see,
That is the task
That is the end
That is the glory
of The Stonecutter true.

In His hands
sets a rugged rock
a thing to throw,
But He sees
a shiney stone
so precious to know.

Tumbling one upon another
cutting to the heart
no fashion of despair,
Rocks become stones in His grip
so smooth to the touch
a vibrance so rare.

And fixing them in place
polished to a sheen
stars sparkling in space,
The Stonecutter's stones
you and I if we choose
for heavenly walls He hones.*
 

Isaiah 54:11-12; Revelation 21:18-21