I am just one of many vessels
Being molded like a jar of clay,
God Who does the work so well
Is Faithful to complete it everyday.
On the shelf of Life I remain
Trusting on His hands, the Potter.
The molding may bring me some pain
But surely, His perfection is there.
As He does it with loving care
I know other vessels He will mold,
In humility I am fully aware-
His purpose and destiny will hold.
And so let us all live assured
That the outcome of God's work is best.
We are vessels eternally treasured
In His hands may our hearts be at rest!
Cynthia Buhain-Baello 08.09,14
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