Joseph James Breunig 3rd
Poem: In His Hands
Although I’m still clay,
upon God’s pottery wheel,
He continues to mold me.
Fashioned after His image,
He reworks this human vessel
to accomplish what He sees…
in the combination of gifts
that were previously bestowed,
into this elysian creation.
Mirroring Christ’s brokenness,
I can share in His suffering,
from fully embracing Salvation.
Free of the law of sin and death,
my unveiled face radiates His Love,
as I am ‘taking back the land’.
Living under my Savior’s authority,
I am forever grateful and thankful-
to remain permanently in His hands.
Loosely based on:
Matt 5: 1-16
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Author/poet, Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
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