I feel so little
Against the might
Of the Lord,
Yet I feel
He wants to use me
As a chosen vessel
In His hands.
I'm truly blessed to be
An instrument
In the hands
Of the Mighty Musician,
A piece of clay
In the hands of
The Master Potter,
A lovely painting
In the hands of
The Divine Artist.
© Miriam Jacob
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