Although Iím still clay,
upon Godís pottery wheel,
He continues to mold me.
Fashioned after His image,
He reworks this human vessel
to accomplish what He seesÖ
in the combination of gifts
that were previously bestowed,
into this elysian creation.
Mirroring Christís 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 Ďtaking back the landí.
Living under my Saviorís authority,
I am forever grateful and thankful-
to remain permanently in His hands.
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Logic, when applied to people, fails miserably! --Joseph J. Breunig 3rd