Excellent Shaped with adversity Made Over in the Potter's Hands by Tiara L Hawthorne Free Form Poetry Contest contest entry

Wounded and abused I have been so misused A broken vessel unable to hold water My situation was no one's fault I had no else to blame for my loneliness and shame All of the trials and all of the tests I waddled around in all of the mess. The lengths, breadths, and depths of your love Wrapped me tight, so I could resume the fight. They counted me a wash, they assumed I was lost. Guilt had its grip, but the Lord Jesus made  The trip He ascended, but first descended into a low pit. They set up a snare, but you see I wasn't a tare. By his blood I was free, by his Spirit made thoroughly clean. Author Notes Stay on the wheel

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