I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
— Philippians 4:13 (KJV)

But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
— 2 Corinthians 4:7 (KJV)

In realms of trial where impossible tasks arose,
A humble vessel, clay of mortal dust,
Faced towering seas and mountains clad in impossibilities
That mocked all human strength with iron thrust.
No arm of flesh could break the binding chain,
No mortal wit could chart the victor’s road;
Yet Heaven’s whisper pierced the hush of strain—
“Through Christ, all things!”—and glory’s torrent flowed.
Then surged the Almighty wind, not theirs but Thine,
A blaze of eagle-wings on dawn’s own crest;
The clay was lifted, crowned with fire divine,
And charged the breach in triumph manifest.
Through weary flood and trials that blocked the way,
Through walls of doubt that barred the shining road,
They rose exultant on the Lord’s own grace,
Each victory singing, “Christ has won the day!”
O splendor wrapped in weakness glorified!
The impossible yielded, the vast task bowed in awe,
The mountain danced, the chains of doubt dissolved,
While heaven’s trumpets rang without a flaw.
They stood transfixed upon the vict’ry field,
A fragile jar yet overflowing grace,
And marveled as the skies themselves revealed
The hand of God in every radiant trace.
Behold the Potter’s triumph fully unveiled—
From dust He forged a conqueror bold and bright;
The reed became a trumpet, strong and hailed,
The timid and anxious leaped on holy height!
All glory, honor, power to the Throne!
The vessel nothing wrought, yet all was won;
They only yielded, watched, and stood alone
In holy awe—for Christ the King had done it all, and won!