With careful hands You carved me from nothing
Created to hold Indescribable Beauty
Out of common clay, my life You molded
Purposed to reveal Your Holy Glory
Why would You choose; knowing all of my impurities?
Why would You wait for clay so cold
To capture the warmth and vibrance of Your love?
What compelled You to let me house Your mercy
As You lovingly anointed me with His Blood?
Purified and sanctified, now I glow with Your presence.
As one redeemed, I shine forth Your justice.
A vessel born of grace, called to bear Your love.
Copyright 2005 J.N. Gallegos
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