Watered wine from vessel flawed
Dashed out upon the sands.
Empty now the way is clear
For the maker's hands.
Through fire, under repeated blows
Transformed to chalice gold.
Filled with something more than wine
Fit for the King to hold.
Thank the Maker for His Hands
That guide us through the flame
Thank the King for his love
And giving us His name.
"For in Christ, we are a new creation..."