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Wakeup2god
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Hi guys, I wrote this short poem for a dear friend of mine who hasn't long to live. Also I dedicate it to Dragonfire's friend John who went to be with the Lord earlier this week.
Although they physically leave us the memories still linger like a sweet perfume.
Broken Vessel
As the vessel is broken the perfume pours out. The jar of clay once shaped by your own hands now lies broken but the sweet aroma fills the air. We have all known that the beauty was held within, now released in surrender to You. The atmosphere changed by the contents of this moulded clay. The sadness of brokenness replaced by the sweet, sweet smell of joy. Ascending in waves of love, grace, mercy and hope. Into the Fathers nostrils, sweet and acceptable, taken in like eternal breath.
Although they physically leave us the memories still linger like a sweet perfume.
Broken Vessel
As the vessel is broken the perfume pours out. The jar of clay once shaped by your own hands now lies broken but the sweet aroma fills the air. We have all known that the beauty was held within, now released in surrender to You. The atmosphere changed by the contents of this moulded clay. The sadness of brokenness replaced by the sweet, sweet smell of joy. Ascending in waves of love, grace, mercy and hope. Into the Fathers nostrils, sweet and acceptable, taken in like eternal breath.
