A milk can from my grandpa’s farm.
Vessels of God
The vessel doesn’t wince
As the water is poured out
Why do we then sit and pout
The vessel doesn’t cave
When the water is poured in
Or when it is squeezed by men
The vessel stands solid
Awaiting its next task
It never puts on a mask
Not a leak or a crack
Is found in this vessel of clay
Why do we then complain today
Have you ever heard of this verse? It inspires me a lot.
Isaiah 64:8
But now, O Lord, You are our Father; We are the clay, and You our potter; And all we are the work of Your hand.
Nice girl… love the verse too! Isaiah is full of inspiration! ~ Blessings, Amy
Thank you Amy!
I love it!! God bless you Big today–love, sis Caddo
Thank you sis Caddo! I hope you’ve had a lovely day.
Great poem, and I must admit I feel convicted
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