I am an earthen vessel
Nothing special
Common at best
Yet inside
A treasure resides
The glory of One who died
To put an end to sin
Who rose again and lives within
This is my faithful Friend
His excellent presence
Frees me from pretense
And I can just love Him
Unashamed to be made of clay
And broken in some places
That He might receive praise
He is my Delight 
I usually don’t understand poems and definitely can’t write ’em. But oh, THIS one I think is beautiful!