I could question:
Why did You make me
So weak, so flawed?
Or, I could treasure
The awestriking light
You put deep within.

I could ask:
Why does my light
Shine only so far?
Or, I could glory
It shines throughout
Whatever darkness.

This gift is
This hope we have,
More than a mere prize,
It reminds all power and glory
Belongs to You, not us.
 

2 Cor. 4:7