Walk before me, perfect, but I said how lord? How could l? I did stumble and fall, I know not such a higher calling. You have seen my nakedness, I stood before you, feeble and weak. You've known me as a broken vessel, put the sand and mold him back, shape him and sprinkle a little water, he will need more clay, more spinning at the wheel. He is full of mess and cracks, and bruises, his polishing will be like new again. Why Lord? Why such a high calling for a fallen man? I know nothing about perfection. This I know child. In your weakness, lies My strength, in your weakness, lies the path to victory. In your weakness, My strength is made perfect.
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