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.