Dear God, you transform me. This lump of clay, you made me into the likeness of something better. You revisit your work continually and refashion me. Characteristics that had become old, familiar friends wear away. New ones grow.
I am scarcely the same person, and this change has taken place imperceptibly. I am alien to myself when I look back. Will I later be equally different?
Lord, I give thanks for what you have made. Let me submit to you.
Remake me again.