Moulded by the very Hand of God Almighty;
Designed to perfection to reflect His beauty
With features carved out in ethereal ways;
Sparkling clean inside out in its early days..
My alabaster jar, polished & ready to collect
The essence of life, love & light sans defect.
Hopin’ to gather the pure & best for the Lord…
To break and pour out with all it could afford.
Poor jar, if only it knew what it was taking in
Ever since its master fell into the trap of sin,
And began to pour deadly drugs and alcohol
Into what was designed to represent his soul!
How disgraceful to the Lord it would’ve been!
How disgusting to have had its content seen…
Had God not intervened and stayed the hand
Raised to break the poor jar at His command?
The jar that once held its head high with hope
Was now filled with shame, defiled with dope.
But wow! The wonder working power of grace
That flows to cleanse away every drouge trace.
And so my Alabaster Jar still remains unbroken;
Filling up gently with more than what was taken.
A masterpiece of the Creator, kept standing tall
In His grace that has sustained men after the Fall.
Thus, when grace has filled itself up-to the brim,
And love has washed the Jar itself in its stream
I’d gladly take IT to HIM at Heaven’s Mercy Seat,
And pour the precious content at my Lord’s feet.
A Anato Swu
Satakha Town, Zunheboto
