Vessel Of Glory

Creator of the earth and sea,
Who am I that You are mindful of me?
That same Hand that put the stars in place,
Shelters me and touches my face.
You made what’s under and above,
And still You look on me with love.
So small I am, yet You know my name,
A touch from You, and I am never the same.
When I fall You help me up,
When I am empty You fill my cup.
When I am weak, You’re always strong,
You dry my tears, forgive my wrongs.
A cracked vessel, so unworthy,
Yet You shine through me, a vessel of glory.