by by J. L. McCarty
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Oh Lord, life has delivered a heavy blow against this vessel of clay,
The broken vessel is cruelly subjected to abusive disregard by others,
He turns his eyes toward heaven, a hurting heart cries out,
The servant grows faint, his strength starts to weaken,
Hope begins to quicken, in the humble servant's heart,
The Mighty One, the Master Builder, The Holy One began,
A new day began for him, as the potter poured in the oil,
Trust him every step of the way, for you are his anointed creation,
Written by Julie L. McCarty, All rights reserved. To receive permission to use this poem for non-commercial purposes, send an email to: greatmich@voyager.net
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