A Broken Jar


A broken jar,

once made of clay,

now tiny pieces

never to be brought together.

The day is coming

when the work of the potter

will be scattered

on the hard ground.


A broken jar,

empty now,

without the essence of faith.

It's creed

is the world's,

and in its state

it is no good

to the Kingdom.


A broken jar,

one that the true potter molded,

one that sat

in the palm of His hand.

It sings in worship

of a false creator

in the valley meant

for slaughter.



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