Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Alive

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



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  1. Alden SchoenebergNovember 30, 2011 at 2:27 PM

    I really like this, Tracy. Very nicely done.

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  2. TracyDecember 1, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    Thanks Alden! You know it is weird how inspiration hits. This came to me while sitting in Bible Study on Tues. morning and I wrote most of it on the bottom of my notes page!
    God is so cool!

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