But we are all as an unclean thing, and all
our righteousness are as filthy rags;
and we all do fade as a leaf; and our
iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.
 
But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are
the clay and thou our potter;
and we all are the work of thy hand.
Isaiah 64:6:8
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Fragile
is the leaf,
To fade
in its grief.
While
nations decay,
The rags
of injustice
Defiles God's clay.
"O' Lord
thy Father
Thou
art our potter!"
Tho'
the world may sin,
Thine
hands made Jesus
Eternity
is without end!
© Andrea Jeanne
Petersen
Written October 26, 2006
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