Ever being formed,
reforming my flawed vessel
spinning on the wheel,
the Potter’s fingers working out
my imperfections.
A journey, never ending,
never finished, never dried,
never fired, never glazed;
being shaped, molded, improved
ever changed by the hands of the Potter
working out my salvation
all the days of my life
November 2, 2008
Jeremiah 18:6
Jeremiah 18:1-10
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