Relentless pressure
Turns mud, clay, coal, rock,
And the bones of dead creatures
Into diamonds and rubies,
Jewels of this earth.
Ah, and when we invite him in,
The inexorable one,
The tireless pursuer,
There is the steady pressure,
Of the weight of his glory
Bearing down on our laziness,
Our smallness, our comfort zones
Relentlessly,
Until we are changed,
And our weaknesses,
Repented of, forsaken,
Become strengths,
Like shards in stained glass
Through which his glory shines.