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Through a Glass Darkly: Volume IV Issue 1 "Out of the Darkness"
K I N T S U G I
Eniola Awodiya
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About the fall and every one I’ve made since, about the cost of my sin and everything my God does to pay it. Over and over again. To encourage you that there is no depth, cavern or mistake too great to separate You from His love. And to remind you of the Nature of Our God, whose mercy makes all things beautiful.
Jeremiah 2:13 NIV
The Potter’s hands they formed me While I was in the womb He knew me Perfect and whole I created thee Very good I saw my creation and declared ye Together, with My Maker I rested In the depth of His glory The presence of His power He walked amongst me Unity, As one like Him, I was called to be
Yet from those great heights I fell Dizzying, overwhelming and shattering Splattering shards of pride and lust Enough to sever Everlasting Even this cord of three plus one?
Cut off from your glory From the life to which you had called me I said my God I am sorry You said my love, let Me write your story
With nail pierced hands and a tear stained face My King hands me His crown of thorns With the gold of His eternal circlet Molten down for my cracks to adorn His beauty stands in what was once broken His love drowns out my shame And The Potter’s hands hold what is formed and now able again to contain
In my cracks is where His strength is seen In my weakness look out for His beauty See me now The Potter’s creation Living water held secure within me
Eniola is a 4th year Medicine student at Green Templeton College. When she’s not at the track or busy convincing people to join OUAC, she can be found napping, nerding out about medicine, or more recently, brushing up on some rusty piano skills.