Marbles — Being Refined

Marbles are a wonder to me, as they glisten in my hand
To think they started out, as wet and dirty sand!

Look at how the sparkle, look at how they shine!
Yet, none of it possible, without being refined.

They started out as dust, some would call it nothing
But in the fire they went, and became shiny somethings!

Held together and so beautiful, and even useful, too!
From sand and "nothing"
To glass then "somethings"

Yes, marbles are a wonder to me!

Check out how marbles are made on Youtube! So cool!

Lord, I Need You Poem

I can't get any lower
My face is on the ground
I'm bowing at your feet
Lord, I need you now

My body is filled with weakness
My heart is open wide
Lord, I need your Spirit
To direct my life

My steps are so unsteady
I want them to be firm
When I start to wonder
God, help me not to turn

I'm aching for some answers
When you've already told me so
To walk by you forever
By your side, there, I will grow

Why's it feel confusing though?
Why do I get stuck?
Take this pattern out of my life
Pull me out of this muck

I know there's more about you
That my eyes have yet to see
Show me all you are
God, reveal your glory

Let that be my hiding place
Let you be my home
My flesh hungers and thirst sometimes
But with you I'm not alone

Let that be my hiding place
Let you be my home
In your presence forever, Lord
Cause with you I'm not alone

With you I'm not alone.