(Finish what you started, please.)

Should the clay say to The Potter,

“Why hast Thou maketh me so?

For I thought Thee hath made me

for Thy good things alone!

But here I hath suffered,

I breaketh by day!

In hell I hath wandered,

in mine pain and mine rage!

Be it Thou shatter me,

so to make me a dust,

thence with water

give me forme of beauty or such!

Give mine shape only riches,

mine vessel be comfort!

So that no more I winceth

and mine shell no more contort!”

_ _Here, we come to conclude:

“But alas, I hath spoken

to The Hands that have made:

I hath spoken in anguish

and yet Thou hast sustained

all mine breaths in mine sorrows

in each hour and day

for Thy glory; I’m borne

and for Thou I shalt break

but for these fleeting moments

I shalt carry this flame

and thence once Thou art readied

I shalt carry Thy Name

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