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Just an Ugly Cup
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By Michael P. Johnson
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����� Just an Ugly Cup

Distinguished, with an air of grace

A pinnacle refined

So delicate with pride of place

Someone has left behind

Embellished by The Master�s hand

Exquisite grandiose chic

Abandoned cracked like barren land

A vessel quite unique

No one can use a broken cup

Once beautiful and fine

But one God�s hand has lifted up

He�ll fill with precious wine

Of common dirt of humble clay

A thing of little worth

The Lord can cleanse a cup today

And give it second birth

A treasure to The King on high

Once damaged in the storm

An ugly cup that none would buy

No beauty in its form

Perhaps you think you�re ugly too

You�re battered stained and bruised

But Christ when Lord can make you new

However much abused

In tender hands with love and care

God�s Lamb can cleanse your soul

The Truth can make the ugly fair

Can make the broken whole

More precious than the finest gold

More sweet than honey dew

Restored once more within the fold

In service of the few.....

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Submitted: Monday, January 7, 2013

Last Updated: Monday, July 30, 2018

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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