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Jars of Clay
quintain and a double tetractys
Volunteerism stumbles.
Over-zealous mom resigns.
This hard-boiled egg took a tumble,
dodging fam'ly growls and grumbles.
The breaking point, selfish designs.
No treasure found in my broken jar of clay
firm proof that worth
comes from God,
not from
me.
My
noble
acts were too
proudly humble,
forgetting that God commands light to shine.
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