You are unmaking me

Delicately pruning my withered branches

Replacing the pain of my lost limbs

With joy

Welling up from the Spirit

You are recreating me

Drawing me close to your love, your light

And in that blazing light

The things of this world become strangely dim

All else fades

When I’m surrounded by your glory

You are transforming me

Moulding my stubborn clay

Into a beautiful vase

My life is your handiwork

My achievements, our decoration

I am in the hands of the Master Craftsman

He has a plan for me.