God Never Gives Up
A lump of clay upon God's wheel,
Twas such a simple start.
The gentlest of hands I could feel,
As He reshaped my heart.
If wrong things I may do or say,
Discard me he does not.
Like an earthly potter and his clay,
God uses what He's got.
A perfect vessel when he is done,
Nothing fancy yet you see.
But with God I must be number one,
For He still works on me.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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