Earthen Pitty Potty
I’m giving up my Pity Potty,
It doesn’t work for me.
It wouldn’t hold a tinkling
of love or sympathy.
It gave me a pain in the bony bottom.
It was always full of self.
It saved my stinking miseries
and stored them on a shelf.
I want one that flushes out
the junk I’m prone to treasure,
and sends it down the sewer line
with all its stress and pressure.
It clears the way for joyous thoughts
to do their healing best,
to make my heart sing out in praise,
and give it peace and rest.
I want faith as sure as gravity
to trust my Heavenly Father,
to know that He will lead the way,
and catch me when I totter.
Then I will walk as steady as iron
that doesn’t sway or bend,
that endures the heat of the fiery furnace,
then is poured out to its end.
It’s lifted up as a cast-iron vessel,
and used for whatever the smith desires.
It’s much stronger than this earthen pot,
and for its purpose never tires.
12-31-2003
By ArtisticPoet48
© 2008 ArtisticPoet48
(All rights reserved)
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