clay in His hands

as i get to know you
and learn how to know you
i think of your dancing eyes―you say for me; the spark―from me.
i think of your dancing heart―i know it’s for them; the spark―from Him.
and yet―is it too much to ask:
may i fan your passion for them
may He fan your peace about me
and yes, we’ve only just grasped at the fringes and outskirts
as we strive to reveal His hear to others we see more ourselves.
how vast and how wide

How could it NOT take a Perfect God:
to use a broken boy to touch a broken brother or encourage a striving sister??
to use a broken sister to convict a sinful brother or beg on her sister’s behalf??
to save a broken world using broken children
to break the strong with weak and wounded
to stymie the wise with “losers” and “fools”

He gives grace to the humble…
and it is by grace (through faith) that we are saved
not of ourselves, lest anyone should be proud
...but opposes the proud.