Dear Reader,

What you hold is not offered as something of my own making. The gifts I have are only those Jesus Christ our Lord has first given, and I remain the clay in the hands of the Potter. All that I am belongs to Him. If any word here is true or of use, it is because He shaped it; take what is helpful and return the rest to the One who gave it.

-the poet

I have no gifts
but those You give.
No word, no work, no breath
apart from what
Jesus Christ our Lord
has first imparted.

I am the clay.
You are the potter.

Shape what You will.
All that I am
is already Yours.

**To God be the glory only and always.