I am a treasure in a jar of clay.
Though I知 extremely easy to break,
My Creator saves me from day to day.
That, I知 sure, nobody can take.
I have been broken and shattered before,
And taken to death and to the grave.
I致e been swept up in heaps of many, many forms,
And watered by God, His to save.
He kneads me and folds me,
And he is beating me out.
Then I take form, this I can see,
Even though sometimes I have my doubts.
I知 fragile and weak,
And still in construction.
I知 still and meek,
But saved from destruction.
Because my Creator, His loving care,
Showed me the promise, even though I was lost.
He sent his Son to the enemy痴 lair.
After, of course, Jesus died on the cross.
Then in an instant I knew my place,
Away from this world, a planet of hate.
To see the Lord and His glorious face,
In a city of refuge, and through its gate.
I am a treasure in a jar of clay,
That no power on Earth has authority to take.
So long ago on a special day,
My Creator saved me from the fiery lake.
Author notes
Based on the Jars of Clay passage in 2 Corinthians in the Bible. And it rhymes!
A contest entry
- If I gave you a box of crayons, would you color me happy? by Breezie.
450 points, ended May 14, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is beautiful!! I love it! It does rhyme, beautifully!!! I love the imagery and metaphor. This is us completely! I love the theme. It is so true. Best of luck in the contest!
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this is so nice. It was quite original. I loved this.This was done very well. good job for throwing it out this way. I think all of these other talented writers will identify with the idea here. Your writing is almost conversational and I value that in prose because it makes it more reachable. The rhythm and rhyme are lovely. A sense of warmth and light came over me while reading.
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