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The breath and width of Heaven my eyes cannot comprehend –

the blanket of blue, the stars of night, Your wondrous sky has no end.

The height and depth of mountain and sea my form will never achieve

For though the world may give them measure, their size is too great for me.

I cannot wrap my arms around a giant oak or stone

nor leap a canyon or warm the earth, yet it is I You call Your own.

You left Your kingdom high and great, Your power, position and praise

To make Yourself another home in a much more humble place.

Forsaking the glory of the sky and the vastness of the sea,

passing over the trees and tallest hill, You chose to dwell in me.

A lowly earthen vessel of clay, rough and broken and crude,

made beautiful by Your spirit alone has become a temple to You.