Earthen Vessels

it is addressed thusly:
Deliver us from wrath.
it reads:
In clay pots are stored
All tears which I had cried
For all hurts ignored
For all truths belied
I am but dust am I
With water does make clay
For each weeping eye
For each suff'ring day
And wound and spun in strife
To form these vessels true
For water does bring life
For tears the mind renew
A thing of wrath was I
Dishonored vessel from of old
For where does glory lie?
For how turns lead to gold?
As at last man's deeds are lit
How shall he know his own?
For on him they are writ
For by him they are known.

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