இன்னும் உடைகிறேன் நான் இன்னும் உடைகிறேன்
I am still breaking Lord still breaking
i am still breaking, lord, still breaking.
i long to be in your hands.
o potter, touch me;
let your hand rest upon me daily.
though i was trampled by others,
they now honor me.
when you molded me, i often failed.
even after holding your hand, i strayed far.
yet, you didn’t discard me as mere clay;
you held me as precious gold.
in the world’s eyes, i was seen as filthy,
but in your eyes alone, i was beautiful.
you didn’t cast me away as unclean;
you embraced me as beautiful.