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It's not how He makes it;
it's more how He saves it.
There comes the point of
softening; the glass sags.
He must save it from itself.
Once again into the fiery furnace
where tremendous heat melts hardness.
The glass-blower with his snow-white hair
swings and rotates the molten glass into shape.
With precision and wisdom He makes ready the piece
for His service; no cracks nor fractures will He neglect.
Each creation is unique; from sand He molds and shapes
and using nothing more than His breath He fashions each
of the finished vessels for service, beautiful to the Creator.
He adds color, marvelous color, as The Artist and returns
the piece to the furnace; the color takes and becomes one.
With tenderness and devotion, He takes time to work each
masterfully; His design is premeditated and purposeful.
Gathering the glass like honey, He delights with such
pleasure as He molds and makes a new creation.
His hands supply Grace as into the heat He
takes it, and Mercy as out it comes.
He smiles; for it is good.
It is finished.
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