Jars of Clay

Written by: Reason A. Poteet

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.