The Miry Clay in the Potter's hands goes through the sculpting of His hands and the furnace of His fire to become His jar of clay. For noble purpose or the ordinary, He alone rightfully decides. Of grime and mud, only the Loving Potter will take & create, only the Skillful One will make a masterpiece, only the Faithful will strive to keep it soft till the end.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
6 mois
some say we live not for the present nor the future but for memories and things we live behind you've not only given me treasures i'll always remember more so the greatest joys every today & tomorrow can ever find
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