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So why does God find fault? Who can resist His will? So, then you must exalt, Allow God to instill. Who are you to respond? Clay made by the Potter; Has made me far beyond, Immersed in the water. Has the Potter no right, Forming over the clay; Just a lump in His sight, To honor and obey. If the Lord wants to show, His wrath and His power; As to all of us know, At a certain hour. But the Lord has endured, Because of much patience; For we are reassured, Vessels of His conscience. You have known the story, Vessels of His mercy; With riches of glory, Without controversy. Even though He has called, Not only of the Jews; But those who have appalled, The Gentiles that choose. For of those who were not, He will call His people; As the beloved He sought, To come to His temple. And in the very place, Where it was said to them; He comforts with His grace, Promised not to condemn. They will be His children, Sons of the living God; Heirs along with His Son, Whom you honor and laud. The number of the sons, As the sand of the sea; The unsaved that He shuns, Since they are not sin free. Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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