Ever being formed,
broken, in pieces,
fallen on the
ground
gathered, picked
up, the fragments
reforming my
flawed vessel
spinning on the
wheel,
the Potter’s
fingers working out
my imperfections,
holes, jagged edges;
A journey, never
ending,
never finished,
never dried,
wet clay ever,
eternal
never fired, never
glazed;
being shaped,
molded, improved
ever changed by
the hands of the Potter
working out my
salvation
all the moments of
my life
Edited August 9, 2013
“Reforming my flawed Vessel – v2”
November 2, 2008
“Reforming my flawed Vessel”
Jeremiah 18:6
Jeremiah 18:1-10
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