Sawdust I am
Living water added to me
Clay for the Potter
Shaped by His hand
Not a puppet on strings but
A vessel I become
To pour out His greatness
To give Him glory and honor
Part of His plan
Time marches on
Little by little
I disintegrate for Him
And return to a pile of sawdust
Then
Blown by the Holy Spirit
Borne away to the splendor of my Eternal Home
I will be
Reformed and perfect forever
Tracy Whipple ©2011
