Fragile Jar of Clay
by Kristine Stanton © 2023My Father is the Potter
who's at the Potter's wheel,
molding me and shaping me
with patience, love, and zeal.
"But now, O LORD, thou are our father;
We are the clay, and thou our potter;
And we all are the work of thy hand."
(Isaiah 64:8, KJV)
I'm a fragile jar of clay
that's fallible and frail,
with a glowing Light inside
that no one can curtail.
It shines through the dark of night
for all the world to see.
This Light is Christ - Son of God,
who shines inside of me.
