Through the eyes of a little child, 
saw brilliant sparks on strangers's faces
Bewildered and engrossed by its shine,
Uttered beneath her breath,
"God, let me know who you are"
So simple and sweet is a prayer of such,
that melts the Heavenly Father's heart
Who would heed a prayer like this?
But the good, old, faithful Lord;
whose love never seems to fail like the morning rising sun
Inquisitive with zeal,
those innocent eyes seek to search
Where could He be found?
There, I see...
Locked in the familiar room filled of pottery,
and a new lump of clay in His Hand,
He sets delightfully on His creation
Day and night no eyes behold His Being
No mind could perceive the works beyond the room
Yet the lamp that lit the room,
shone brightly through the seasons
Finally, I heard the room door opened
Standing in the way of light,
a familiar figure emerged beaming
Indeed, who would not have pride in His work?
For still seated in its mould, 
sat a beautifully, intricated-shaped vase
Spoken a voice that shattered moments of marvel,
"The time has come for reconciliation and prune"
Patiently he waits
Yes, even now... 

Jeremiah 28:11-14
"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a 
future. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I 
will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me 
with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the 
Lord....      


By Christin
Written on 3.5.98