We were once beautiful porcelain
A marvelous creation perfected and whole
No fear, no hate, no wars to begin
Nobody lied, lusted, cheated, or stole.
We were a pure and holy masterpiece
Unblemished, unstained, unsoiled by dirt
Blessed by our Father and his heavenly peace
Where everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.
But we tore ourselves from our Potter’s wheel
And fell and shattered on the floor below
Because we stiffened our legs, refusing to kneel
So He let us break, blow. . by. . blow.
And so over the years we were dirtied and stained
Left to lie in the colors of our shame
Rainbows of sin in the acid rain
Tarnishing the love of our Father’s name.
But to us one day an Artist was born
To restore these shards and make us new
He says, “Come as you are, though you weep and mourn
My light and easy burden I will give to you.”
And so the Artist works even still
Even taking our colors and broken lines
Imperfect beings in a perfect will
Beauty through love that’s better than wine.
It’s a mosaic made at eternity’s pace
With such mercy and majesty I am undone
Bringing together this world through grace
Creating the image of the Invisible One.
