'Chipping Away' Poem by Linda Winchell

Chip, chip, chipping away
Works the hand's of our God.
Chipping away at mankind's hearts
Where sin remains so firmly lodged.

Taking His mighty chisel
From His Father's carpenters pouch.
Chipping away at hardened shells
Of which our hearts are housed.

Each chip He chips in-crusted
But caused by man's un-forgiven sin.
And the hardness of its crust is
Where mankind's sin begins.

Only God can lovingly remove
This outer crust that we have formed.
It starts with God's forgiving grace
Then He in us, we are reformed.

He softens our every heartbeat
He flows within, each artery and vein.
He purifies and cleanses
Whatever sin tries to remain.

It can only begin to work
For it was written in this way.
That Jesus would die upon a cross
For all man's sin to be forgiven that faithful day.

So if you hear some sounds within your heart
Like a carpenters' chiseling tool.
Remember what was written in, 'Jesus' blood'
His Father's forgivening rule.