![]() I come to The Potter, a broken pot There are cracks everywhere I look I’m in need of His humbling help today I’m empty and need to be filled See, He’s placed in me healing water It’s water to give to the weak But the strain of their problems crack me And my water begins to leak Time after time I return to Him The Fixer of all hard things He takes me into His loving hands And slowly begins to breathe Amazing enough, it never fails My cracks begin to seal And once again He entrusts to me Water that’s meant to heal I’ll never be an uncracked pot That’s just the weight of this world But I’ll keep giving His water to the very last drop Because my Master always refills If you’re a weary, tired, dry pot And the enemy says, “Just quit!” Remember that we’re all broken pots Just trying to do God’s will We sometimes fail and feel distraught But there’s forgiveness each new day And thank the Lord it’s not OUR works It’s the unnatural gift of HIS grace! Take your broken self to the Lord And let Him fill you up He’ll breathe in you and seal you up He always has and He always will.
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Becky Freyis a rural Missouri preacher's wife who stays at home with her son Winston and 4 foster sons whom she and her husband are in the process of adopting! (Looking forward to the day I can put their names on here!) Archives
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