Despite imperfections of this body, my shell is an earthen clay jar that's fragile, flawed and easily broken, letting the Light of Christ shine. Though not pretty on the outside, I won't be mistaken for a white-washed tomb - God can use my weakness to display His greatness. I've chosen to be submitted to His Will and Plan for my life. In spite of exterior chips, dings and nicks, Christ looks inwardly at my heart. Author Note: Learn more about me and my poetry at: http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/ By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009, All rights reserved.