Lamentations:4.1:2
How the gold has lost its luster, the fine gold become dull. The sacred gems are scattered at the head of every street.
How the precious sons of Zion, once worth their weight in gold, are now considered as pots of clay, the work of a potters hands.
Sharing of the word.
My dear children, always remember we are nothing, we have nothing everything belongs to god. He is our potter without Him we are just clay, WORTHLESS CLAY. Because He loves us so much, He renews His love for us every morning. He is good to those who put their hope in Him and seeks Him.
Today my dear children, let us examine our ways - let us return to the Lord. Let us lift up our hearts and our hands to god in heaven and say we have sinned Lord - forgive me, and He who is full of compassion and love will forgive you.
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