Love your lot if it's a little.
Each cast may play a different name.
Each etched coin softly combed and whittled
Calls each chance to Maker's gain.
Little lots tip pots to brim
Even when they cannot see.
Smallest spark is dark's chagrin
When the Potter's clay is freed.
When all the lots are parking
And the long road is cold and grim,
Remember whenever embarking,
Every chance is up to Him.
Passionate like a bear. Stubborn as a ram. Systematic as a rocket scientist.
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