By Melissa McLaughlin
The broken edges of my heart
Sanded down
With storms and waves
And gentle Living Water
To smooth my jagged points
And rough ends
Making me fit for even a child’s hands
To collect the hidden treasure of His love
In this tattered old Earthen shell
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The Potter’s Hands – Poem by Melissa McLaughlin
Very good! 🙂 🙂 🙂
May we see the storms and waves of our lives as God’s smoothing process, making us able to carry His gentle touch to the hurting world. Bless you, Linda!