when i look at all you have made, i am astounded.
when i see how you reveal your light, and your depth, and your height,
and your grandeur, through us, your people, i lose my breath.
how is it that you can reveal through brokenness, beauty?
how, through the heart of one who is harsh and disobedient,
can beauty still be reflected?
oh, Papa, call me to tenderness, to softness of heart,
to sweetness of speech, to gentleness and peacefulness...
break my hardness and bring forth something worthy to be