treasure in a jar of clay.
the truth is.. there’s nothing as precious to me as knowing You. The things of this world grow strangely dim, and I pray they’ll grow increasingly dim as I seek more of You.
I’m a mere jar of clay - fallible, imperfect - but in Your grace, You use me and make me Your servant. Thank You for You, for Your perfect love that comes to me though I’m wholly undeserving of Your love and though You were wholly undeserving of death on a Cross. My life is Yours and I love You.