Shining in the darkness – kindling in my youth.
Crumbling on the outside, but renewed from within,
This burning body – is more than just skin.
A ruddy, fragile pot – placed upon this earth.
Granted life, by grace, temporal form re-birthed.
Once a vagabond, stinging with blood stains.
The Maker of all things has alleviated my pain.
I no longer walk on the sand banks of my sorrow.
Clinging to his hope, he brings promise for tomorrow.
Like a horse galloping through the pasture, my life is refreshed.
I can dance in blissful moments – truly catch my joyous breath.
Sights, smells and sounds around me are powerful, they’re pronounced.
My God has fought the war for me. All iniquity he’s denounced.
I’m an earthen vessel. I’ll fearlessly shine my light for Him.
Building a fireplace in every human chamber, my life will not grow dim.
With his hands he places to my mouth – a piece fiery of coal.
My Father will forever be – the candle scorching in my soul.
The God of all the heavens reinforces this vessel – weak.
He pours blessings on my life and anoints my lips to speak.
Then one of the seraphim flew to me, having in his hand alive coal which he had taken with the tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth with it, and said: “Behold, this has touched your lips; Your iniquity is taken away, And your sin purged.” Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying: “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”
– Isaiah 6:6-8