"Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted." Matthew 5:4
A pinch of clay made beautiful, a molded earthen jar
A jar with stars in her eyes, gazing at her potter
Inside this jar, a flesh of sin struggled to have its way
Taking her eyes off her potter, the jar went wandering
Yet somewhere deep within, her soul cried for her potter
He seems so distant; she doesn’t see that even her cry is by grace
Instead she wonders, will he let her crack in pieces?
She knows she deserves to fall in the abyss
Where once were stars, are tears of sorrow
She desperately wishes she was nigh to him once more
Of course he’ll never forsake her, his precious vessel
Tenderly he holds her in his hands and molds her even more
A little more beautiful than before, a molded earthen jar
A jar with stars in her eyes, gazing at her potter
