Polished For A Destiny

Not a single lump of pride
Is worthy of the potters fire.
Every mark must coincide,
If perfection you acquire.

Thus He works you every day,
That He might make His riches known,
By circumstances; forms the clay,
Till usefullness in it is shown.

This, your Maker, bids you be,
When shapen by His artful hand,
Polished for a destiny
Of service, labour, and demand.

H.E. Crane

"But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand." Isaiah 64:8