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I'm a jar, old and, now,
easily
broken,*
not much to look
at anymore.
A crack runs the height
of me,
top to darned
near
bottom.
And not much use anymore,
but still have
a place
in the kitchen
cupboard.
Not a treasure in the least,
but I know
there's one
in me that fills me
completely.
Sometimes it leaks out
through the
crack,
for all to see.
Some say it's the
the gospel
true.
Some say it's God's
grace showing
through.
But I say it’s so much
more, God's
own
Holy Spirit,
The living spirit of
Jesus Christ,
The One,
Not by anything I
have done,
or
ever will,
But by the hands
that gave this
jar shape.
It's not for this jar
on the shelf
I remain,
But for the oh so
holy contained
therein.**
2 Corinthians 13:5b
*bamana,
Aramaic for a frag-
ile, easily broken jar or
vessel
**bakavan,
Aramaic for "in
you" or "within," entirely,
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