“For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust.” Psalm 103:14

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Here I sit, a pile of dust,

Bending to the potter’s touch.

From inside out I yield,

Fightings within—stilled.

Living water, beget me fusible,

Shape me into a vessel…usable.

May something beautiful churn,

From the wheel’s steady turn.

Remember always that I am just,

A pot created simply of dust.

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