LIFE AND EARTHEN VESSEL
Earthen vessel
Just molded
Into shape out of clay,
Sprinkled with water
Can not be a vessel
Is of no use till burnt
By flames of furnace,
Potter's hand never fails
In the job of making it
A fine earthen vessel,
Well-shaped, perfect,
And useful;
Life shaped out
Of flesh so skillfully,
Soaked in joy's waters
Needs perfect baking
In sorrow's furnace
To call it life
With its real stuff,
The Master at work
Ever strives
For perfection.
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well shaped, p[erfect and useful, beautiful write