Poet Roxie Lusk Smith wrote:
“The Masters Touch”
Deep beyond my mind I know of God’s unfailing skill;
He makes the scope of time to bow to his all-mighty will.
I cannot doubt the master’s art remolding such as I,
An erring child, with willful heart; remade by Him on high.
My weakened soul was scarred with time; my life was spent in vain;
It was in order and with rhyme He did restore again.
He took the grief I could not bear and tossed it in the sea;
Inserted quiet acceptance there within the heart of me.
For deep within I felt the pine and bowed my heart to prayer;
He gently touched this life of mine, and left his likeness there.