quatrains in half-measure
Arise and go on down
unto the potter's house;
there grace and love I found
God's will I now espouse.
I changed, becoming broken
within the potter's hands.
Sweet mercy's message spoken,
my Potter understands.
His Spirit now controls me
I'm crafted for His glory;
secure His love re-molds me
to tell the Potter's story.
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