Encompass All my Thoughts in twists of Heaven
And Rain upon this Life with Blessings Pure,
For As Blessings from Your Grace, through my hand, Leaven,
From this Foundation Pouring, Endless and Sure.
Though mortal Sight can conjure Art and wit contrive,
This Purpose to Fulfill my weakened state,
As with my weakness, through Your Blessings, Strive
To Touch the Heart of anguish, guilt or hate.
For by this Mercy Pouring from Your Gentle Hand,
Through this poor vessel, cracked and desperate frayed,
When such can Share such Wealth to Comprehend,
Nothing is lost when losing might Find those strayed.
Thus Stand upon these Words and Beauty Spilling,
Your Blessing to Display, this Vessel Ever Filling.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original artwork by: danchristopher
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“Nothing is lost when losing might Find those strayed.” – nice
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🙂 Thanks so much Carl 🙂
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Really special piece 🙂
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I am so glad you like it Wuji 🙂
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Breathtaking vision! We have these treasures in jars of clay. This reminded me of that bible verse it’s one of my favorites. This is so beautiful and you!
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I am so glad you liked it Michelle..and that it is comprehensible. I read it over and over, wondering if anyone other than me would be able to make heads or tails of it. 🙂
I was thinking of the same verse, I do believe 🙂
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I totally got it and love it!
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Just beautiful. Living water pouring forth from His hands. Glorious.
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I am Blessed to be a cracked vessel 🙂 Thanks Ever So !
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I know how you feel. 😉
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