Your breath in my soul

This empty vessel made whole

A figure completed by the work of your hands

The heavens rejoice as you lifted your voice and declared in your image that you would make man

The potter then crafted

A rough shape was drafted

And with your own breath you brought life to my soul

This once empty vessel now holding so dearly by the passion of Christ

Debt paid for my soul

I’m breathing you daily

I see my own role

A creator and worshiper

Yet you’re lord of my soul

Once broken made whole

From dust we were crafted

And into this weave you’ve so perfectly drafted