Clay Pots

She lived as a clay pot
away from the pain
of people who hurt her
who all said the same
you'll never be happy
I'm better than you
just stay where you are
while I paint you deep blue

She stayed there so quiet
up high on that ledge
just watching life passing
while close to the edge
but one day a door slammed
her pot tottered round
it fell away quickly
and smashed to the ground

Sharp pieces were scattered
they flew everywhere
some cut her quite deeply
since life wasn't fair
then boots trampled over
and ground those to dust
which lay there a moment
then swirled in a gust

This brought bitter tears
which filled up her room
turned dust into clay lumps
not minutes too soon
scraped up by a potter
laid sure on his wheel
who formed a new vessel
of wondrous appeal

Now He is the potter
and we are the clay
we're formed with a purpose
though life has its sway
He'll bear all our burdens
and heal all our woes
assures us great beauty
from head to our toes