Beauty in brokenness, but not from the start. Remoulded by the Potter though perceived by others as trash to discard! It once had its use, till life dealt it blows; misused, abused, displaced then replaced, it seemed in the world it no longer had a place!
The Potter saw much more, beauty in brokenness, no other perceived. With the Master touch, value was added where worth had eroded: trashed translated to treasured with the touch divine! Healing and wholeness, infused with light and newness of life! Refined, redefined and filled with new wine.
Highly treasured, greatly favoured! Without the brokenness there would have been no room for the gold that made it bold.
