My God, my God.

My God, my God

You picked up ALL my broken pieces.

You gave me breath- when I was choking, you gave me sight when I was closing my eyes.

Your mercy astounds me!

Why?

Why, do you use such broken-up vessels?

Are you looking for- PERFECTION?

Don't you want someone who looks the part- acts the part, IS the part?

Why on earth did you choose me? A confused, unwise, idiotic child- no where near Holy.

The JOY I feel in you- is undescribable- 

You have taken me, created a new mold for me-

rebuilt me,

renamed me,

reworked me,

given me honor,

lavished me with gifts,

granted me peace-

You have used... me.