I read it there on printed page
I know these Words are Truth
Yet my mind can’t wrap around this
God’s glory in us
All I see are broken vessels
Clay pots, misshapen and cracked
This is His glorious church?
How can it be?
Me so broken, us so broken
So I follow the golden thread of this word “glory”
Through the tapestry of the New Testament
Produce in us eternal glory
For the day His glory is revealed in us
Through us in its fullness
When He comes again He will be revealed in the fullness of His glory
And we, imagine that!
no longer misshapen
no longer cracked
The glory of God revealed in its fullness in the Son
and in His people, His bride
And so I hope
Waiting and groaning, groaning and waiting
For that great day