Earthen vessels walk the vale, chambers of living light, filled to the brim with precious tears, reflecting clear on the surface mirror unveiled in a distant sky, the gleaming glimpses of why - The wiles of the world would embrace them, turn the tears to a trembling tide, 'til the image fair to our great despair, does flutter and fade away. But it washes smooth a few rough spots as it spills o'er the sides of clay - Shadow, echo, dim reflection glimpsed, dear coolness sweet against my cheek, Oh, Spirit, light the way within, 'til there's no room for sin. 'Tho trials bring pain and tears like rain, I yield to the Master's mold, as He transforms this dust into gold.
Monday, April 19, 2010
The Potter's Hands
Earthen vessels walk the vale, chambers of living light, filled to the brim with precious tears, reflecting clear on the surface mirror unveiled in a distant sky, the gleaming glimpses of why - The wiles of the world would embrace them, turn the tears to a trembling tide, 'til the image fair to our great despair, does flutter and fade away. But it washes smooth a few rough spots as it spills o'er the sides of clay - Shadow, echo, dim reflection glimpsed, dear coolness sweet against my cheek, Oh, Spirit, light the way within, 'til there's no room for sin. 'Tho trials bring pain and tears like rain, I yield to the Master's mold, as He transforms this dust into gold.
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