2nd Corinthians 4:7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.

Here I am God

Lying in the floor,

From the shelf I have fallen

I am needing you more.

I am just that old clay pot

You placed up there to rest

We did much together

I gave you my best.

Then busyness came in

I was placed to the side

Distractions took my attention

From you I could not hide.

Our time together seemed less

From your hands care I miss

I was placed on a shelf

Still in your presence in this.

From the shelf I still see you

Working all together for good

I sit here patiently waiting

On this shelf made of wood.

Life slams it’s door of troubles

From the wood shelf I do fall

My clay vessel is broken

Only you can repair my all.

You give me life’s Word

You speak to my heart

You begin to restore

All the broken parts.

I trust your plans for my life

I am yours to mend

For any means to share my faith

I pray you will just send.

I am a broken clay pot

I am still yours today

You are the one who gave me life

When you molded me from clay.