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Able Potter
by Betty Baker Bailey Setting sun on azure water Shows the hand of Able Potter, Who gave to thee such wondrous cloak When of your essence He but spoke So that the weakest mind of man Could look at you and understand. Ripple, ripple waters blue 'Round you go and swirl you're through, There the Potter's hand again Gave you life upon the sand. From His words came your being Simple, if; the eye is seeing. A hundred million shades of green, Each one as splendid as a queen, Oft laced with gold or draped in pearls; Just so, the leaves the wind unfurls. And yet the foolish heart of man Oft fails to see the Potter's hand. E'en the soil that seems so plain Is proof enough of His reign. Piece by piece it tells the tale Each of us should know full well. At His say they danced through time Until each piece had reached its' prime. The stars above, the stars below; The swift fireball with tail in tow; Red and orange or blue or green; If solid rock or gaseous queen; Rimmed 'round with rings or moons to spare All Able Potter made with care. Ev'ry fish that swims the seas; All the bugs, the beasts, the bees; Ev'rything that creeps along; Those that fill the air with song; Each began at His decree. Able Potter called them to be. If ever man should understand The Able Potter's wondrous hand, And give to Him the price well earned A costly lesson 'twill been learned. For Able Potter is the One Who also gave His loving Son. |