The Burden of Favor

Bent down, overwhelmed, undone,
Brought low by abuses unjust,
Persecuted for the sake of the One,
Wondering if this vessel is crushed.
Our frailty reinforced by Divine,
This pottery proves the impossible true,
The priceless treasure is mine,
When these momentary trials are through.
We obey, our burdens are strengths,
When the veil of time is rent,
Doxa glory crosses the lengths
Of eternity never to be spent.
Weight of glory the pledge,
As we stand firm under the perplexities today.
While our enemies create a hedge,
The burden of favor shall stay.