Vessels of His Clay

It’s that hug that won’t let go, though I try to pull away

But you know the pain I feel, that’s more than words can say.

It’s the drawing of me closer, and holding in that moment,

Longer than formality His love through you I know it.

 

It’s the invite just for coffee, to talk or sit to listen,

To pass the time distracting, when my eyes begin to glisten.

It’s the hand around my shoulders, that heave with every tear,

The tissue that you pass me as you pray His words I hear.

 

Though you know I’m likely working, you call me just the same,

To see how I am doing, or to talk about the game.

It’s the prayers you say without me, and those we say together,

That help me so these feelings, won’t seem to last forever.

 

I thank you Lord for those, you’ve placed here for this season

To help me through this trial, to understand your reason.

It’s the fellowship of brotherhood that helps me through most days,

The love of Christ outflowing, through vessels of His clay.

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