A complicated childhood.
You took all these pieces,
Pieces of me.
Set them on your potter’s wheel,
Paid my debts upon a tree.
There is no imperfection only beauty in you,
My life changed when I surrendered to your truth.
No life, nor death, no power above,
Can separate me from the greatest love I know.
Lord, I entrust these pieces, pieces of me,
Because there is no defeat in you, only victory.
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Love this, and to think I have a potter’s wheel under my garage right now! God is amazing!