Poem: The Masterpiece

The Masterpiece

By Gilgal Queen, 15

I am a simple lump of clay
With gravel and impurities
But Lord, please mold me day to day
And take away the filth.

In the Potter’s hands I try to stay
Though sins of life beset me
And though sometimes I go astray,
My Potter won’t forget me.

The flames are hot and painful
And just before I crack
The fire dies and with my eyes
I behold a shining new self.

The love of the Potter is reflected
With each little contour and line
I thank the Lord that He saved me
Worthless, ugly, and blind
And forever I’ll know that where’er I go
He will always be mine.

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  1. This is beautiful!!! It expresses a lovely sentiment, but is also very well written. Good job!

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