Humbled Vessel...

I am an earthen vessel
longing to be cracked open and spilling over.
An agent of change.
A person of influence.
A person to give love and be love.
To speak out and speak up.
I am every dream and every desire awaiting fulfillment.
I am the voice that tells you to keep going
knowing I am glad I never gave up.

I am purpose unfolding.
I am a shovel that is digging.
A heart that is seeking.
I am the knees that are caving.
I am the hands that lift up
and feet that keep walking, running.

I am a poor, broken spirit that somehow shows beauty.
I am a humbled beggar in a robe and a ring I never earned.
I am the picture of unearned grace - a small part in a greater whole and a greater picture.
I am one who knows much yet knows nothing at all.

I am the quiet soul, deep and covered,
that tries to make sense from the corner with a keyboard.
I create from the mind of a Creator.

Although I've made attempts at hiding away,
somehow He always finds me.
He guides me down a narrow path that is more than I would have imagined.
More abundant than I ever dared to hold,
way more than I could have asked for.
Even when my shortcomings show,
a wing of covering shields it away,
and I become a part of Him.

This face you see,
anything you might deem great in me,
it isn't really mine at all.
It is Him.
Every part.
And all the things I hate,
He loves.
All the things that don't belong,
He changes.
He makes all my weakness, meekness.
My pain, peace.
My ordinary, profound.
My good, great.
And in all that, I find myself humbled again.
And again, again, and again.