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The Love of the Potter (Part 2)



This old vessel cracked and worn

Holds a heart broken and torn

Fearfully, wonderfully, hand

crafted and whole

But Life had mishandled it

So it fell to the floor


As it lay shattered

The vessel was broken

By rejection, rough handling &

painful words spoken


The music was fading, quickly

growing dim

Although the heart was still

beating, the chances were slim


The Potter arrived not a moment too soon

He put that heart in his hands

He saw every wound


It once played a hearts melody sweet

Now it was silent, barely able to beat


He had to admit the damage was bad

A heart without music was terribly sad


But first thing was first that vessel was shattered

There on the floor all broken & scattered

With gentle hands each piece He collected

The big ones, the small ones, not one was rejected


Carefully giving heed to every tiny part

Never forgetting the quietness of the heart

As He worked His smile did grow

He could see progress beginning to show

Taking His time, not wishing to rush

He enjoyed restoring this thing that was crushed

He gave loving attention from start

Mending that vessel back into a work of art


Now all that was left was tending the heart

A heart barely beating and void of song

The damage done was terribly wrong


He said Now I will change it

I will make it new

It will be cleaned and soft as morning dew

No more like stone and easily broken

This promise I give will be as a token


I will bind up these wounds

Peace will abound and new joy awoken

Every Melody restored

This have I spoken


When His work was complete

The Potter admired His vessel

Noting how the weakness, cracks and imperfections somehow made it

special


That’s what His fingerprints do

They fix. They restore. They make everything new.

What was once dying now has life

Life abundtly too


So be of courage

If your vessel is broken

Or your heart is abused

Wounded by life and lacking melody too

Hold on for a moment, The Potter will come

When He is finished you’ll no longer feel numb


The song will come back, your heartbeat will grow

Your vessel He’ll mend making it whole

There is hope for you yet, despite how it seems

There’s purpose in the breaking, always something to gleam


The potter loves your vessel, even cracked and worn

and He’ll hold your heart, broken and torn


-Shalena

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