THIS JAR OF CLAY
This fragile jar of clay,
Shaped by the Master's hands,
And filled with the Holy Spirit
Is now equipped to do the Master's will.
Having died to self and forsaken all else,
Now follows the Master's plan.
This delicate jar of clay,
Bids farewell to arrogant selfish deeds
Looks now to Him to meet every need,
To satisfy the longings of a heart
Now soft, open, pure.
This exquisite jar of clay,
Washed, clean! No dirt, grit or grime,
All purged by the Master's loving touch.
There remains a most humble servant,
Malleable, moldable, ready and able now,
To obey the Master's will.
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