Poetry

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Arise and go to the potter,
Letting him to hear the Word;
Say to his son and daughter,
Of the things that have occurred.

So I went down to his house,
He was working at his wheel;
I preached to him and his spouse,
On getting spiritual zeal.

The vessel he was making,
Of clay spoiled by his hands;
He reworked by reshaping,
In the way the Lord commands.

Look O house of Israel,
I have no skill what he did;
He has the technique and skill,
Because my mind will forbid.

I shall speak of this nation,
I will pluck up and break down;
For a different fashion,
Wearing a different crown.

I speak to turn from evil,
Relent from a disaster;
As I avoid the devil,
Darkness will be his master.

I shall speak to the nation,
That I will build and plant it;
Make us a new creation,
Calling the Holy Spirit.

If with evil in His sight,
Not listening to His Word;
God will relent to ignite,
His wrath that Satan has slurred.

Copyright ©2022 Richard Newton Sherrer

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