She is a brown clay jar
with treasures inside
that glisten as a star,
Because she lives not her life in pride.
She is a clay jar always at war.
Many attack to make her weak,
But through that broken clay
Heavenly treasures continue to leak.
She cries in pain
When she’s scattered about.
Not seeing that others actually gain
Though she feels down and out.
That woman made of clay
Is filled with rubies, pearls, and gold!
She is a woman who lives to pray
If the plain truth be told.
Each time she is scattered on the floor,
God redesigns her stronger,
And her treasures become more
And her boundaries become longer.
She is a woman of much war,
Fighting for holiness and truth.
She is a brown clay jar,
Extracting sin from the root.
Many gifts fill her secret place.
She is rich though she appears poor.
Daily she seeks God’s face
And He rewards her more and more.
You too can be a clay jar.
Just give yourself to God.
Then you’ll learn who you truly are
As He leads you with his staff and rod.