The poem portrays Christ’s beauty as a transformative, redemptive force that shines through human brokenness. It begins with Christ piercing through darkness, shaping life from pain with hands marked by sacrifice. His gaze and wounds are depicted as sources of light and renewal, turning scars into something beautiful. The speaker addresses the human soul as a fragile “jar of clay,” uplifted by Christ’s mercy, which doesn’t conceal flaws but illuminates them with grace. The poem closes with Christ’s love reaching into silence and ruin, lifting the humble and fostering growth in the broken heart.

Beneath the weight of shadow’s weave,
A tender gleam does softly cleave—
His hands, once torn, now hold the clay,
And mold the night to break of day.

Through dust and ache, His gaze alights,
A flame that rends the endless nights,
Each scar a song, each wound a bloom,
A rose unfurling from the tomb.

O fragile jar, O fractured frame,
He whispers life into your name—
Not gold to hide, but light to trace
The cracks where mercy writes His face.

In silence deep, His beauty calls,
Through shattered walls and humbled falls,
A love that bends to lift the low,
And bids the broken heart to grow.