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THE DIRTY JAR
by Hannah Idowu Don't look at my stature, my height or even my color Don't judge me by what I look Don't misinterpret where I am for who I am I may not look or dress like it I am a dirty jar with wine on the inside I am bruised, battered, beaten and bloodied I am so disfigured and wounded I have been slapped and spat on I don't even look like a king I am a dirty jar with healing in my wings I have been left all alone Broken because of lack of use I was the least important Yet as dirty as I was I became a vessel of wonder amongst men. There's more to what you are seeing The empty jar became an overflowing jar of oil And a means to survive There's more to what you are seeing The dirty jar became a jar that holds wine That was one of Jesus' first miracles I enjoy reading motivational books and the bible hence as i am inspired i find myself either composing a song or poetry. I call them my moments of intimacy with the Most High God. [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |