Treasure in Jars of Clay

Insurmountable treasure in a jar of clay—

That you would dwell in, work through me—

          Great God, have Your way!

You are glory beyond glory,

Splendor beyond splendor,

Truth upon truth.

I am clay: formed of earth, dark of soul;

Imperfect, weak, prone to crack and break;

All that is small, imperfect, unholy.

Concealing imperfections no longer:

Shine Thy brilliant light

Through crack, hole, and fissure—

Shine Your glory through my clay

That You may be made great—

          Great God, have Your way!