A lump of clay---formless, shapeless
Devoid of any loveliness, To darkened eyes no usefulness In this muddy, miry mess; The Potter has a different view He sees beyond this 'blob of goo' Knows what it can be made into-- A special work He loves to do. He fashions it with utmost care Into a vessel rich and rare A work unique without compare Fit for King and Kingdom's Heir. Each handmade work of art now stands As testament to skillful hands Which fashioned into something grand A lump of clay once worthless, damned.
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You say you need some evidence
To show that God is real; If you could see you'd be convinced So let us make a deal!! If I can show through things you see His witness is widespread Would you not then with me agree To check out all He's said?? At common things let's take a peek-- A bucketful of seeds-- Though similar they're all unique-- They could be plants or weeds! Each one within its tiny shell Has attributes intact; We, in advance can now foretell What they'll become in fact. Does that speak 'random chance' to you Or great intelligence? I'm sure that should you think it through Creation makes more sense! The sun and moon and stars on high Keep their appointed spot; Such is the order of the sky Their futures men can plot. Take Venus' transit past the sun Which science can forecast; That says to me a great Someone Once planned it in the past. Now add to that the prophecies, Those to this time fulfilled-- Seems One behind the scenes decrees According to His will. He's told us things that yet must be All written in a book, Where you and I can check and see-- Why don't you take a look!! That you might seek, that you might find, Divinity's displayed, An ordered universe designed-- A truth none can evade! By Vincent Lyons. |
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