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.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Gotta be Somebody
My recommendation to my fellow blogger Tintin who has bombarded his universe with lotz of You-tube.. My fave pick.. of the day ;)
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