Finished and Fragile

Twisting, rolling, cutting, shaping,This clay now begins to bake,I reach my hardening point,Waiting for the potter to take, Me out and admire His creation,Very glazed and pretty I stand,Now finished and fragile,The potter takes me by His hand. Welcome to this world I have created,Sin has come to destroy it all,But I will always beContinue reading “Finished and Fragile”