From dust You created us,
Life you breathed into us,
Raw material, new-born babes.
Parents moulded and shaped,
Their work was clumsy
You had to break it down again.
Our will and attitudes shaped our lives,
You had to breakdown and cleanse.
We come to you with all the bits and pieces,
We give them to you – God the Artist.
The Master Artist takes the fragments of our lives
Joins together like a stained glass window,
Each piece to play a part in the whole,
Creates a picture of grace and worth.
The beauty of those glass panels, clear as crystal
The glory of the Lord shines through.
That Masterpiece – God the Artist makes of me and you
©Deryn van der Tang
23rd August 1992
Revised May 2017