A promise from a
Cardboard box so
Commonly thrown on
The street how easily we
Break apart but we never
Seem to stay that
Way there's something
Inside those jars
Of clay!(2cor. 4: 16)
Outwardly we're wasting
Away inside we're
Renewed day by day it's
Always him it's never me
He is truth why can't you
See? There's something
Inside those jars of clay.
