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THE POTTER ( for Nikki)
I SAW GOD, THE POTTER
WORKING AT HIS WHEEL.
The vessel
that He was shaping
on His wheel
from the clay
waiting there
became marred
in His hands,
but not BECAUSE
of His hands.
So, God, The Potter,
formed it again
but into a better vessel,
fit especially
for His uses;
God shaped it
as He wished,
as best suited Him.
Then I heard God say:
"O, ye My children,
can I not do the same
as potters do?
You are not finished
until I am through
with you."
I see The Potter,
working at His wheel,
working at His wheel,
working at His wheel,
still working at His wheel.
Your poem caught my eye because my daughter's name is Nikki. A beautiful poem! I thoroughly enjoyed it. It stands as a reminder that we all have potential when we are in God's hands!
thank you for sharing.
Belle
Belle Sims
Well said, Teddy. I believe I understand what your meaning was here.
It's good that no blame has been placed on anyone.
Kim