Your life was like a sculpture, formed from a lump of clay ;
With God the Master Sculptor, He began His work one day .
He shaped the clay with tender hands , as loving sculptors do .
As I watched , His clay became the masterpiece of you .

He fashioned out your precious face, with eyes and smile so sweet,
Carving every detail from your head down to your feet.
As I looked on, I couldn't wait until His work was through,
I longed to see the masterpiece that God would make of  you

I watched with awe as you became, before my very eyes,
A beautiful creation from the Father's own design
As years went by, I saw the beauty of your life unfold.
The promise that you held was like a story yet untold.

The love and pride I felt for you every day increased.
Then just before I got to see the finished masterpiece,

The sculptor said, " I'm taking this one home to be with Me. "
The finished masterpiece my earthly eyes would never see.

But someday in the presence of the Sculptor I will stand;
The finished you my eyes will see, created by His hands.
For then I' ll know, in full, the treasure God has made of you
And then for all eternity His masterpiece I' ll view.

written by Lisa Robertson

music written and played by David Wier, James' father

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