Flawed

Despite the fact that I am flawed
God finds something to use
My gifts are still obtainable
Precious are my views
It shows that when He chose me
So rough and unrefined
He knew that I could be His child
If I was carefully mined
So, many tunnels later
And holier than a cheese
I'm still amazed by what flows out
On God's anointed breeze
Investigate the outlet
A bloke, just as he is
Cracked, imperfect vessel
Containing heavenly fizz.

This poem won second place for the August 2006 poetry contest