JUST A JAR

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Don’t look at me like some kind of star,
When I do signs and ye marvel in wonderment.
Don’t praise me, please; I’m just a jar –
Privileged to be filled with the Master‘s content.

As the Lord’s creation, made for His will,
He’s got me set up like a pencil
Dusted off and lifted out of the shelf,
He’s taken away my sinful self.

Clap your hands to the Lord and shout His praise,
When you see me performing on the dais.
I have power because God supplied the watts,
And thus, to Him should you tip your hats.

Don’t count the Spirit’s Gold as mine:
I’m just a jar, clay is my bone.
Dust is the dude that works these signs;
God plays the tune, I’m the trombone!

Written by: Kingsley U. Ayistar
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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About Post Author

Kingsley U. Ayistar

Ukpanyang Kingsley Ayi alias "Ayistar" is a 500 Level medical student of the prestigious University of Calabar Teaching Hospital. Born in the early 90s, he hails from Odukpani Local Government area of Cross River State. He is a Christian, a lover of words and writes for edification and motivation. He believes that "Talents and Gifts are tools for building our God-given dreams into reality." Though without an award yet, his works has been published in several poetry anthologies like Via Grapevine II, Epistle of Lies etc, and other poetry sites online.

ayistar@yahoo.com