The dark night of the mind in stress
Collided with staggering fatigue
Emotions collapsed, I was depressed
Unable to function, I was in need
Debilitating and so real
I was deeply afflicted with gloom
There was no hope within to feel
Then, God's mercy and love showed to bloom!
Found in the divine potter's hands
I felt wrapped in His love all at once
And witness that He understands
He has felt what a dark soul confronts
My suffering became bearable
Through this trial, I know how I am weak
As clay in His hands, I'm more able
To be compassionate, humble, and meek
I rest from stress on His Sabbath day
As His vessel, His love, I gather
And partake of Him, study, and pray
As His vessel, His hope, I gather
To help others along the way
Elder Jeffrey R. Holland: 'Like a Broken Vessel'
Saturday, Oct. 5, 2013
1 The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying,
4 And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.
6 O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this a potter? saith theLord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.
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