The Broken Vessel of Earthen Clay
I looked and saw the Potters’ clay
Conceived in all its worth and purpose
To comprehend such fine intent, was made
Behold in all that beauty measured true
The Workman did with skill to labour all
Its lovely hues and colours set to good
The outer garment bright, its form well hewn
Its detail all mosaic laid and true it was
Then chanced to test its purpose known
And in an instant hope was need and waste
True purpose dashed, its beauty gone aside
Such form by sin did break it all and loss
Until that day would come when promised seed
Being lifted up and pierced did bare the cost
That in this earthen vessel, now death and ruin
Receive that treasure which was priceless made
Not now outward can its worth be known
Nor eye can yet behold its beauty more
Tis inward set a mighty gift, eternal treasure
The gift of life His very own is given now
Where look you ought save to His purpose made
Where look to see His present labour on
A broken vessel yet, the proof is set within
The sweet aroma rises in hopes new song
Andrew M R Kelly
22nd January 2013
Bodmin