Come, Saith the Voice of the Potter

Come, saith the voice of the potter,
Warped and defiled though you be.

Come, saith the voice of the potter,
Warped and defiled though you be.
I can reform and remake you,
Rid you from dross and debry.

Come, saith the voice of the potter,
Fair though you be in your eyes,
You will not last in the furnace,
Lest in my hands you do lie.

Come, saith the voice of the potter,
I have a pattern to do.
Fair is the shape of the vessel,
I have envisaged for you.

Jenny Daniel