Jar of Clay - a poem

I want to be a jar of clay

Simple pottery

Plain

One color

Simply loved

Formed by bare hands

You may pass by me on the shelf,

Set me aside in a forgotten cupboard

But I am content

Joyed to serve my purpose alone

If one day you look inside,

Discovering the light I hold,

And embrace it,

Dipping your hands into the warmth

And lifting it out for the world to see.

But leave me in the background

Dusty, on the counter

Back in the cabinet

Without a need to be seen,

Not on the outside

I serve my purpose best if I go unnoticed,

If only my jar has a window,

For the great light to shine through

A light coming not from me,

But the loving Hands that formed me.



"For we do not preach ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ. But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us." - 2 Corinthians 4:5-7


"Yet, O Lord, You are our Father.
We are the clay, You are the potter;
we are all the work of Your hand."
- Isaiah 64:8