On the quest to mold We all have borne ourselves here Carved in by torments we know Only too well to tell another   Arriving at the Potter’s porch Loud wailing, silent sobs Expressing our burdens as we know how The Potter is not more moved than He is   Awaiting our call We watch others’ burdens flee Earnestly wishing to be next As the Potter’s wheel spins on   When our time is come We anticipate a relief, a […]