Sometimes I need You to remind me

that I’m not a failure.

I’m fallen.

I’ve fallen

again and again

and You lift me up

over and over and over again.

 

Because somehow

for some reason

Glorious, Sinless, All-Powerful You

loves this little lump of clay

that keeps rolling off the table

and falling.

 

With no thought of my past

and no fear of my future

You hold me in Your hands

and lovingly

sometimes even gently

form me into who I can be.

 

Because I am not a failure.

 

I’m simply an unfinished sculpture

in the hands of the Master Artist.