"Conformed to His Image"

This is a poem wrote for the graduating class of '58 by Shirley Crane, an alumni of Prairie Bible Inst. I thought it was really awesome.

Lord, cut, Lord carve, Lord wound me with the crosses that You choose, to perfect in me Your image!
Lord, remove all the dross and lumps of pride, and love of self, and love of idols.
You see blemishes and blots You cannot use, for they so mare the image, and defile the glory You would have.

Lord, Cut.
You see my worldly craving for all that life may have in store.
I would not seek for that which grieves You, and so I pray that with some kind of trial, You will remove the roots of worldliness, and make me more like You.

Lord, carve.
I fear that deep within this life that others see, You see pride.
O Lord, I have no cause to boast: It's Your life in me that counts. Do, Lord Jesus, carve out pride; and with some rough, deadly cross that You shall choose, wither its roots, and let it die.

Lord, wound.
You were wounded sore, and scorned, and shamed.
Who, then, am I, that I should seek an easier way, and ask that You make me just like You without the wounding of a cross?
So wound me, Lord, that I may learn by pain, that I hurt others by thoughtless words and careless deeds, and in hurting them, hurt You.

Lord, perfect in me Your image!
Make each cross a chisel that will take away all self, and pride, and dross;
And when it's through, I pray the world may see nought else of me;
But see, instead, the image of the Savior, and give all glory, Lord, to Thee.