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The Gem Lord, take this raw material And shape this rough design Fashion it into.... Something that's good and fine. Just as an uncut diamond has No beauty of its own, Make this dull unpolished gem Into a precious stone. For we are just the Potter's clay Upon the turning wheel, Unsculptured block of marble Untempered sheet of steel. So take out all the flecks and specks Just clense and purify, Remove all the hidden flaws So clear unto Your eye. Lord make us really pliable, To fit into your mould, For from refining fire Come forth the purist gold. So let our lives be yielded to The pattern You have planned, Until at last we have become A jewel in Your hand. Author unknown Published in the October/November 2006 edition of the Church Magazine
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