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 be with you,
And catch you when you fall.

Therefore, keep the faith, my child,
A mustard seed can move a mountain,
Because you chose a relationship with Me,
You will drink the living water from My fountain.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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