He picked up the pieces of my beautiful pot, made in heaven for His glory
Made only for Him
It was picked up by others, but disregarded and tossed
It fell to the floor, shattered and lost
But the master saw it
He loved it, and taking my shame, and my sorrow, He carefully bowed
and picked up my pieces, all the bits that were lost
He mended me, loved me and made me quite whole
Not a crack can be seen from the break or the fall
Just a fresh beautiful pot to adorn the palace of my King
Made for purpose - Made only for Him
I shall pour out my love to Him, and all that was lost
shall be given again as a gift to my King
All for His glory
All for Him
Petrina Kent
2014
