We become tired, burdened,
too much for us to carry,
weak, succumbing, broken,
in the struggle, the grind of life…
our sharp, shattered pieces,
raised, lifted by the Potter,
from the earth, this ground…
made soft once again, plastic,
fired in the crucible of life,
washed in the glaze of God’s love…
renewed without, within,
in the hands of the Potter,
new life to begin…
in the eyes of the Creator,
the colors and patterns
of the glaze of our lives…
taking us out of the kiln, the fires,
placing us back in world renewed,
to fulfill His divine purpose…
Edited January 21, 2025
The glaze of God’s love – v2
The glaze of God’s love
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2025/01/the-glaze-of-gods-love.html
Edited September 5, 2024
Our hard, shattered pieces – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/09/our-hard-shattered-pieces-v2.html
Edited September 5, 2024
May we feel the touch of the Potter – v2
https://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2024/09/may-we-feel-touch-of-potter-v2.html
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