Correct me when my words are faulty.
Revise my thoughts.
Polish the rough passages of my being.
Submit me to a review panel who can judge
my strengths and weaknesses.
Correct the internal rhythm
so that the outward meter will be whole.
I want to be a work of art, Lord,
a classic of some kind.
Give me form.
Fill me with the beauty of yourself.
Help those who read my life to see
that you are the workman;
I am the workmanship;
and out of me you are creating a work of art. Amen.
Karen Burton Mains