fragile clay pot crashes to the floor
the contents within cannot be ignored
colors of blue, purple and shades of gray
mixed with bright hues of yellow, orange and red
all of me from the depths laid out bare
witnesses can chose to flee or to care
pangs of sorrow, anger, fear and shame
mingled with joy, hope, love and faith
only One can understand my innermost heart
the Maker and Healer, He knew from the start
this feeble frame He created from dust
carrying the treasure that He did entrust
Lord, pick up the pieces of this frail jar
hold me together and fill me once more
with the joy of your presence, love and mercy
that You will receive all the praise and glory
"But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh." 2 Corinthians 4:7-11
2 comments:
Awesome and beautiful!
Beautiful! I wrote a poem based on that same verse for the back cover of 'Seeds of the Whirlwind'!
Shari
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