(The following was written by a dear friend who
knows the Potter and the work of His hands.)
The Potter took a lump of clay;
He made of it a vessel one day.
He chose the fashion it would be;
It was to look like Him, not me.
It would be of use a future day.
He took of that same piece of clay;
And shaped it in another way,
Then joined them as one piece of clay.
In a special place He put them to use,
There were many things from which to choose.
“One thing you should not choose to do”
He said, “This would not be good for you.”
They were tempted to sample, to see
Why that one choice should not be.
Something happened on that day
That changed the looks and use of the clay.
The thing that marred it He called sin;
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