JUST A JAR

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… Continue reading JUST A JAR

SHACKLES

If you were still in shackles Of the old era of slavery With whips and rods Drawing map, leading more into slavery On your brutalized, battered, burnt, black back Would you ever have a moment of joy Than a hopeless flash of freedom In your worrisome dream? Slave! So you would be called With shackles… Continue reading SHACKLES