You are the one who
Breathed life into us,
Shaping us from the dust,
Turning us into something more
Than unformed jars of broken clay.
You placed us
In different parts of the world,
Purposed for greater things
We could never fathom,
Yet, we toss and turn,
And break our bodies,
And insist we know better
Than our Creator.
We edge closer
To an eternal fall
Befitting of such sin –
But His hands catch us,
And place us so lovingly,
Back on His table.
My God, you have made us
And insist we are like precious jewels,
When all we see are unrefined,
And unfinished bodies
Waiting for the day
We are made complete.
Oh, how can we fathom your love?
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