That the Glory May Be of God
Each day He seems to shine
from the more primitive pots,
the battered bowls.
Service may polish silver and
gold up to honor
and I could cry to glitter
like porcelain
or lead crystal,
But light is a clearer
contrast through my cracks,
and flame is clearer seen
if its container
does not compete.
~ Luci Shaw
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Very pretty verse and photo.
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful, Podso!
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Jane