I hate whatever I’ve become

I hate whatever I’ve become

When moulded by another power than love

Whatever power it be.

Fear, lust, self-centredness,

Envy, pride, ignorance

Or any other force

That twists me out of shape

And mars my vessel in the Potter’s hands.

His hands of Love alone

Empowered by the wisdom

Of a Father’s caring eyes

Can mould my life aright

And make me fit for purpose,

Fit for use within His house

Within His world.


Frank Westall 18/3/2011

 

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