Pray the words of this Lazaroo aloud, in humble adoration:

“…the LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground…”
(Genesis 2:7)

That explains a lot, Jesus.

You made me out of dirt.

No doubt it was good dirt

first-quality dirt
the finest dirt in the garden

but dirt nonetheless.

That’s how I act sometimes –

like the dirt I was made from.

Did I say “sometimes?”

I’m being rather generous to myself today.

I could blame my substandard behavior on the material You used to make me…

but I’d be missing the point, wouldn’t I?

The quality of the work doesn’t depend on the material the artist chooses

it depends solely on the skill of the artist.

You are my artist!

No one is Your equal.

Compared to You

Michelangelo was a clumsy finger painter.

You are the one who

lovingly
skillfully
brilliantly

formed me in my mother’s womb.

I am a work of art.

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Genesis 1:26; Psalms 139:13-15; Deuteronomy 32:6; Ecclesiastes 12:1; Matthew 19:4-6; Romans 1:25; Romans 3:10-24; Colossians 3:9-10; 1 Peter 4:19

What is Lazaroo?

Take Me Deeper