Potter

God's carved utensils are valuable And brown in the work of Christ, And for every need we need – It contains olive, bread and water. I won’t fight this clay, What can a potter make from it? Mix, shape, in the oven, It's a valuable commodity. In Nyogo there are dishes for leather display, Place it You know where. What can crack in hot weather - Don't put anything there. And everything is spinning, polishing, I know from the right the fakhivets potter. She molds the clay with her fingers, Everything comes from the heart. Sometimes it is important for us in life: Our spirit rebels, our body hurts. God begins us in His school, Help us, don’t let us burn. Replenish clean dishes with gifts, The aroma of olive oil from heaven, To pray for the earth with incense Let's go from the temples, heart. Send us blessings, Let Dusya's heart be soothed. Judge all things in the house of the Lord There were tributes to the glory of the Creator.