Clay

Just some prose on God's never changing intention to make a person (me) useful in His service. This was written before the Ashamed at Not Being Content post.


My life was broken and scattered.
Shattered into a myriad of pieces
Without rhyme or reason.
Fragments borne by the winds of time
Into an ever unsolvable puzzle.
An empty shell that could never be made whole
Then ever so slowly,
The Potter began to gather the broken scraps,
One by One
Doused with Water from the Jar of the Potter,
The hardened clay of Life became soft again.
Then ever so softly,
With Hands of Mercy,
The Potter began to knead away.
His never changing intention
Is to make THIS clay
Into a useful Invention.