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THE POTTER
Contributed by
robert_edgar_burns
on
Friday, 18th November 2011 @ 08:10:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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When we are the weakest,
We are like large lumps of clay,
That the potter must tread down,
To make his great art for display.
A statue may be chiseled,
Out of nothing else but rock.
But he who does the chipping,
Sees inside what will be wrought.
A sculptor finds great beauty,
Not yet obvious to you or me.
But he doesn’t stop his whittling,
Till the treasure is what you see!
A potter, a chiseler, a sculptor.
These things I know I’m not today.
But thank you Lord for choosing,
And making me Your hunk of clay!
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Re: THE POTTER
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Friday, 18th November 2011 @ 09:18:31 PM AEST (User
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Really great write.
smiles,
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