Not Done in Clay

I made a sculpture
of my love today
of his line and movement
but not done in clay

his hands i made
of the whitest pearl
the most rare and beautiful
in all the world

his feet i made
of the strongest marble
for wherever he goes
he knows his heart will

his eyes i made
of the clearest diamonds
so white and bright
they shine like the sun

his heart i made
of the purest gold
for it truly is beautiful
and a sight to behold

his lips i made
of the reddest ruby
for when they touch mine
i feel fire go through me

my sculpture seems incredible
but can't even compare
what's really incredible
is that for it's me he cares

my love is a gem
made with the love
and the masterful hands
of the Father above