We are all chosen vessels

For such a time as this

A remnant for a purpose

Something that we wouldn’t want to miss

A calling we’ve been given

If we let the Potter work

To each, his given talents

Not meant to bury or to shirk

We, the Beloved Children

Of a Father, full of grace

Who placed us in each moment

Me, a resemblance of His Face

With hands to work His service

And a mind to seek and know

In a world, teeming with wonder

And into it, I go.

~le