Poetry

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The Water Pot

Nov 29, 2001
By: Rick L. King

Down deep under the ocean
Sits this little water pot
All covered with barnacles
What is its purpose, we know not

It has been submerged
For such a long time
No one knows
That it has a purpose, divine

God has it hidden away
Till the time He calls
It has a destiny
Though by sight, doesn’t appear that way at all

He cleans up the pot
Makes it shiny and new
He fills it with water
And gives it a job to do

People seem to wonder
Where did this pot come from?
Where did it get the living water?
Look how easy it gets things done

This pot pours out life
And has a continual supply
For with Gods Holy Spirit
This pot will never go dry

This lesson of the pot
Makes me think of the carpenter’s son
Can anything good come out of Nazareth?
With this person, can anything be done?


Copyright © 2007
By: Rick L. King

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