The precious sons of Zion,
citizens of the city of God
comparable to fine gold
to the highest standard of value—
who dares to rate
them as earthen pitchers
products of an inferior hand?
Have we not all so
transgressed?
Have we not all
miscalled ourselves and
others,
pointing out the
traces of clay that
only we can pretend
to see?
Could God who
with loving care
forms each individual son
in the image of His own
perfection
find any flaw?
Does He see
brittle, fragile
clay
which may be
disfigured and
destroyed?
How could He?
Spirit, Mind, Truth,
Life, and Love
can see
only these
reflected in
all
His precious sons!
