A/N: Dedicated to Girgash the Dragon. Thanks for the inspiration, buddy. And praise to Yahweh!

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Treasure in a Jar of Clay

I am a treasure in a jar of clay.

Though I’m extremely easy to break,

My Creator saves me from day to day.

That, I’m sure, nobody can take.

I have been broken and shattered before,

And taken to death and to the grave.

I’ve been swept up in heaps of many, many forms,

And watered by God, His to save.

He kneads me and folds me,

And he is beating me out.

Then I take form, this I can see,

Even though sometimes I have my doubts.

I’m fragile and weak,

And still in construction.

I’m still and meek,

But saved from destruction.

Because my Creator, His loving care,

Showed me the promise, even though I was lost.

He sent his Son to the enemy’s lair.

After, of course, Jesus died on the cross.

Then in an instant I knew my place,

Away from this world, a planet of hate.

To see the Lord and His glorious face,

In a city of refuge, and through its gate.

I am a treasure in a jar of clay,

That no power on Earth has authority to take.

So long ago on a special day,

My Creator saved me from the fiery lake.

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“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed, perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus my also be revealed in our body.” —II Corinthians 4:7-10 (NIV)