The Crucible

I cracked beneath a silent weight
The mirror split, my shape undone
Not cast aside, but held in wait
By hands that know what I'll become
Your hands alone can break and mend
Your will my start, Your grace my end
(Shape me!)

This is the crucible, the turning flame
Where loss is mercy dressed in pain
Though I was shattered, I'm not lost
You shaped me new, Your grace restores
You carved away the pride I wore
Broke every mask I tried to save
And in the dust upon the floor
You traced the vessel You still crave
I questioned every scar and line
Each fracture aching deep within
But through the fire, Your hands defined
The soul You saw beneath my skin
(Heal!)

Now shaped anew, Your light I bear
A vessel forged to show Your face
Through every crack, Your glory flares
My heart a mirror of Your grace
(Shine!)

Your hands remake what time would rend
Your fire my hope, Your love my end
(Shape me!)

This is the crucible, the turning flame
Where loss is mercy dressed in pain
Though I was shattered, I'm not lost
You shaped me new, Your grace restores
(Restore!)

Melt me down and hold me there
In stillness where no pride can stand
You form in silence, raw and bare
A heart reborn by sovereign hand
(Remake!)
This is the crucible, the holy fire
Where purpose rises out of trial
Though I was broken, I'm not lost
The Potter's wheel still spins for us
(Restore!)
I cracked, I broke, I bled, I healed
(The Maker's hands upon the wheel)