She was a dry dead leaf,
Hopping in the wind, broken.
Now she is a lily and is able to conceive
New dreams and is no longer choking.
He was muddy water, impure as can be.
No one wanted to touch him at all.
Then he became clean as the sea,
And is happily following God’s call.
We used to be that chipped glass,
And from our gifts no one would drink.
Then God made us first class,
Now excitedly our eyes blink.