Formless, fragile, lump of clay.
Born to die: death, decay.
Man of dust, mud and earth,
Hollow, empty, frail from birth.

Without Spirit, void of Life,
Fighting, cursing, causing strife.
In conflict and trouble, man abides.
Forever in darkness, his sin to hide.

But when the Spirit of the God descends to the Earth
He calls to the man, He gives him new birth.
A new creation, made of Spirit and Light.
Full of His Power, strengthened with might

The Presence of God, His Spirit would live
In the heart of the man, his sins to forgive.
"My Spirit now lives within you My child.
In peace will you live, gentle and mild."

Oh, Lord, why did you lift me from the miry pit?
I was content, so I thought, just to sit.
You saw through the filth, the slime, and decay
You cleansed me with Truth, taught me to obey.

You won't understand on this earth, said He.
I love you in spite of the filth that I see.
For when I look down from Heaven,
and see what you've done.
I see that you're covered with the Blood of my Son.