Best Potters Poems

In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from...

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The Potter’s House

“1The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD saying,  2"Arise and go down to the potter's house, and there I will announce My words to you." 3Then I went down to the potter's house, and there he was, making something on...

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Like an intricate mosaic with just one missing tile.
You know something is wrong and has been for a while.
Surreptitiously working its way into your mind.
Not wanting to admit an illness, saying things will be fine.

The nightmares come first, wake up dripping in sweat.
Maybe see a...

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From earth I came to his home
to be made into something from love
have his hands mold and shape me.
Ohh his love for the art he make 
as the wheel spins around  to shape.
Soon I will be admired by someone 
but first I withstand the...

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Wheels of fire burn at the potters hands and feet.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Lamps holden in wheels created as before you see.
Sweet passion of mortared clay;
fashioned on a potters wheel to be carried away.
Between  the two...

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In the hands of the Potter we are formed
 Molded and shaped by his skilled hands

We are turned into vessels he can use
Some are ornate some are plain
 But God uses each one to achieve his plan

To God each one is radiant
Beautiful and special

Strategically placed...

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A potter went down to the edge of the water
To ask of an otter a gift for his daughter.
Go ask the weasel; he paints at his easel.
His fees will be low; his currency’s diesel.

He didn’t have diesel; he took him some gas.
The weasel: offended; the...

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In this world, we think we rule
that we're in charge of everything
ours is the control button we press
so for our own success, we cling

But this is not the true reality
for there is one in total control
the creator of all things the Lord God
he is king...

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Potters knead clay like a poet needs rhyme 
trimmed to form, to be honored by fire
to much air weakens the clay
honing of the word is strength
with a heartfelt touch art garnishes time...

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From the potters wheel to the kiln, hot
All for form, function and ugly not
A work of art must involve some pain
The work itself must vanity, not feign

The creator lives in his creation, good
The creation at times is proud and rude
Creator and creation joined at the...

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YOU and ME We---
Born-again Believers 
We are the Potters Clay...
We are in working Process
to be made in the Image-of God's Likeness

As we are made
Born-again Believer = YOU and Me

You and me Live in Body 
You and I have Personality tis your Soul= Mind--Will--Emotion
You and I...

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Thanks to the potters of chop city
for kneading us a keyhole peek 
into a new green world dis-order.
Where all colors of the rainbow are represented
except for blue and the color of common sense.
A six block funhouse of 
intolerance-
intimidation
rape-
assault-
extortion
murder.
A murder of dregs 
descending on the naïve
and...

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From Potter’s Field torches glow
Reflecting names of poor lost souls.
Hapless, hopeless, poor and tired,
Stacked on each other in silent piles.
Searching for a pathway home
To find their loved ones all alone.
The torches follow long trodden paths
Lines of people finding themselves.
An island listed on no ones map
A...

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A potter kneaded galaxies into shape
slapped on a thin layer of gravitational glaze
baked them in star ovens of varying degrees
lay sparkle to planet skin so all could see 
lay sheen on the dream so dreamers could dream.
The potter's wheel eternally spinning....

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