Crooked Teeth

For Linc

My teeth are crooked and yellow and my eyes won't open wide,
wide enough so you can see the God who lives inside.
And my arms are far too short, as are my stubby legs,
to lift His name on high, as high as it should get.

Why should a perfect God live in a broken man?
Why is that so very hard to understand?
For God made us and chooses us still,
and promises that He always will.

My mind is slow and small and cannot comprehend:
the genius of His Word or strength of His hand.
You see there really isn't anything He wants from you and me,
except to be a vessel, to follow, to believe.

Why should a perfect God live in a broken man?
Why is that so very hard to understand?
For God made us and chooses us still,
and promises that He always will.

Yes, God chose us and chooses us still,
and promises that He always will.