The Awkward Pot
a poem by Michelle Hill

Once there was an awkward square pot,
Empty and bumpy with an ugly dark spot.
Carelessly shapened with edges thick and cold,
'Cause a cruel sinful world had made it's mold.
Often lonely and longing to fit in with the entire square pot bunch,
but the others being just as warped only pushed and shoved
causing a great crunch!
Now the square pot  a mess, broken and crushed,
in shame only wanted to hide where all was hushed.
As the pot stood alone in the dark it began to pray,
"Please dear Jesus, forgive me, help me, fix me today."
As the Lord heard it's broken heart cry
and looked down on this pitiful site,
Heaven's angels sang out with joy,
for one more awkward pot had called out for
 salvation, Jesus Christ, to be it's guiding light.
As the Saviour reached down with His powerful touch,
He smoothed the shameful bumps, washed away dark ugly spots and such.
Being remolded by the Master with loving care,
this new pot was no longer empty and bare.
Now changed from within, spotless and more precious than gold,
the awkward pot could now serve as a beautiful fruit filled bowl.
If you haven't guessed yet the awkward square pot was me,
and God won't let sin filled pots through Heaven's gates you see.
But since I gave my heart to Jesus,
His love and truth have brought light into my life,
and from the world's darkness I have been set free.
And now at last I'm made whole and brand new,
As I live now and forevermore as part of God's family.