Just ordinary jars of clay:
Common, but fragile with flaws;
Dirty pots made of earth and mud,
Formed by the Master’s hands.
Only a vessel, so frail,
Cracked with chips, but not smashed;
Hardened soil and hardly of worth,
Molded by the Potter with aim.
What could it possibly hold,
Seeping for all to see?
Once empty, but filled for a purpose
Designed by the Shaper Himself.
A treasure hidden inside!
More precious than silver and gold;
Dwelling within is immeasurable worth,
Supplied by the Creator of wealth!
Riches stored up within,
More value than sparkling gems;
Holding a priceless possession of beauty
An exquisite gift to behold!
This secret is Christ revealed;
Behold His strength and His might,
Carried around in the body to show
A purpose of renewal and hope!
What all-surpassing power,
Not from us, but from God;
Facing death, but resulting in life,
We expose His glory and grace.
Distressed, but never crushed,
Baffled, but not in despair;
Mistreated, at no time left alone;
Struck down, in no way destroyed.
Because of this hope inside,
When trials come, we are safe;
The goal of unwavering faith,
Empowered by God of love!
Molded and saved by our Potter,
Shaped to serve and endure;
Light pouring forth out of darkness,
Heaven to cherish and gain!
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