Painted teacups, mastered by fine artisans, delicate in beauty, fragile, but elegant, precious, and fired with perfection, with gold trimmings, painted by a steady hand, this fragile, but strong, little cup.
Our Master has created us in delicate weavings, beautiful, in His sight, we were formed, created in the kiln, of the hottest fires, to stand the test, of trials, and storms.
A steady hand, that has kept us, sustained us, perfecting, a mirrored image, of His likeness, giving us each a distinctive touch, but oh so precious, like these painted teacups.
Lisa Beth Jenkins Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved
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