a room full of insecurities
and you use me
broken
unraveled
humbled
undone
and you use me
a cracked vessel
clay
in the process
never feeling adequate
that does not bother you
i hear your voice
i declear your words
i see your greatness
christ in me, is the hope of glory
how does that even make sense?
humbled
as a human
you use me to show them your glory
more of you & less of me
even with my insecurities
you use me
