I'M A BROKEN POT
I'm a broken pot Broken and battered My contents; a putrid smell Of shame and guilt. Beautiful I was made Innocent until Life's flames Turned me into a black And ugly pot. I'm a broken pot Losing hope In redemption. Can I be put together again Or shall I be condemned To the ashes Of fallen comrades. Who'll save me And put my pieces together? Who'll mould me Into the beauty I once was? I'm a broken pot That desires to Be whole. One they'll be used To brew salvation. I want to be a pot Of redemption To others. Who'll take my brokenness And make perfection Out of it? I'm a broken pot In need of redemption. I have no voice to cry out Just these words That have been etched Into the softness Of my stony heart. Help me I'm a broken pot. 1008AM 06072016 © MiracleQuist2016