Brokeness
Oh! What a beautiful vase
Having selected the choicest one
It is so smooth, colors so grand
This one is the finest in the land
Was not always so
When at life did play
It fell shattered on the floor
Broken into a thousand pieces or more
Pieces were scooped up in their broken
State, carried to the Potter's house
There to wait their fate
Placing them on the shelf
To sit there all by themselves
Alone, shattered, no longer secure
But broken, torn, ugly refuge
Of use no more, ready to go home
Then the Potter removed it from
The shelf, saturated with His tears
And let it sit and soak to soften
To remove the abuse of the years
Any fears, any vileness, any hate
Then the Potter picked up the pieces
To restore the beautiful shape
He filled all the cracks, dreams, visions
Made each break stronger still
So in the latter half of life
This vase would be better useful
More genuine and very real
Upon the shelf is sitting
The vase with the Potter's
Touch his hand has restored
Given it the loving grace
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