Faceless

With Raised hands,
I'm the embodiment of worship.
A perfect statue for all to see.

Hammer strikes chisel
My practiced appearance fractures.

Why do I doubt the Master Artisan?
His eye holds my true form,
His aim is absolute.

I concentrate on the surface blemish,
You attack the flaw in stone.

Please Lord, finish the job
and make me Faceless.