Prayers Of A Pot

Prayers Of A Pot

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For wisdom
I turn to You
To know real love
And practice Truth

By Your strength
For Your name
You said to ask
To humbly pray

I am but an earthen fool
No reign
No rule
No claim
No jewel

But I
By you
Will search for gold
To fold and bend
Upon Your mold

My body mud
Your knife precise
A cutlery mender
Infinitely wise

Our bodies placed within the kiln
Recovered minds
Surrendered wills

You’ve given hands
You’ve attached feet
You’ve developed plans
You’ve provided heat

And in the flames we learn to think
Purer thoughts
Incomprehensible peace

In Your kiln
We shrink and breathe
Finally clean
Completely complete

 

Rory Fry

I am an indie writer who loves to proclaim the Saving Message of Jesus Christ and the Healing Power of Recovery. I have been clean and sober since 10/01/2011 and dedicate much of my free time to others, giving Bible Studies and helping the less fortunate through my ministry Reformed and Recovered. I am also the proud father of a three-month-old boy named Rowen who is a true gift to my wife Christina and me. God is Good! I have recently released a thirty-three piece collection of poems, prayers, and polemics called "The Renovation". The collection is available online for the low price of $4. I am self-published and desire to be of service to others and praise our Savior!

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