Glazed With JoyThis newly formed vessel of clay,
Removed with care from the kiln's fire,
Of mercy's flames, wherein it lay,
All purified of its desire.
As it cools, peace will return.
This humble piece has found its place:
Strengthened by flames; it did not burn --
This paste of dust -- transformed by grace!
The Potter takes this piece in hand:
Rough to the touch; still incomplete.
To finish this piece as He planned,
He pours a glaze of joy replete.
This glaze will seal up ev'ry pore
And smoothen all roughness away.
A new luster, not seen before,
Reflects the light of this new day.
The Potter lifts His finished piece
Into His font of flowing grace.
It overflows with joy and peace!
This cup (my soul) rests in its place.