Jars of Clay

I am the fracture, imperfect nature.

Fire burning in my tattered skin

But I will still rise, my hope is blind and I move forward.

I bleed through the silence, and I know my sin is knocking me within.

Poreclain flesh, I am weak but I look to the sky.

This war won’t die

But I won’t bend

Wall close in - still I breath in.

Truth cuts deep - no surrender.

But I will live again.

We are not crushed - through we are pressed.

Although the tidal wave of guilt surrounds.

Persecuted never alone, struck down and not overthrown.

Hearts of stone, lost of way.

Circulating in this endless void

I’m still standing strong through storm and pain .

Pressed but not broken

We are the fire, inside the clay.

I know why we were made this way.

We are the fire inside the clay

Born in weakness, forged in flame.

We are the fire, inside the clay.

This is why he made us this way.

This is why he made us this way.