Phill-in-the-Blanks

Her heart was a slate to be written upon With words of meaning and worth The slate was hard, abrasive, and thick And had been since the day of her birth. He knew that a chalk stick would not be enough To say what he wanted to say For a careless hand without meaning to Could wipe all His words away So he took a knife, a two edged blade And carved on the slate with such force And it hurt, how it hurt as He carved in her heart The words she could never divorce. The screeching and scratching, the unbearable pain She screamed and began to weep As He carved with His strength on the slate of her heart His words of love so deep. Then