23:25.

But a jar of clay
Shattered into pieces I can’t find
No man could put me back again
Except the One with the divine touch

Broken alabaster jar
Good for things earthly eyes can’t see
I’m feeling my scattered pain
Oh Lord won’t you come and work in me

Beauty for ashes
Gold for toil
Undeserved kindness
From the King who saved my soul

When all I can see is the dust I’ve fallen in
And I’m caught up, in myself and me
Break me Lord out of who I am
To be who You called me to be

When in silly sorrows I bury my name
Refuse my birthright
Bring shame to your Name
Forgive me, Abba, and clothe me again

I’m sorry.