THE POTTER'S TOUCH.

A lump there is Undesirable the lump is Worthless to anyone Except the potter. Picks it Puts it on his moulding wheel Forms a pot but The pot is not what He wants Breaks it to form another vessel A vessel of use That's desirable A vessel of honor The vessel becomes useful As it is written In a king's house ..... Vessels of noble use and Some of ignoble All vessels do not serve the same purpose But different All in all they are precious In their purpose. I, the vessel formed Happy am I for what I have been made for To serve the purpose The potter intends to. © gichurugg