When the final trumpet sounds, <br /> To hail the end of time, <br /> And we have crossed o'er Jordan <br /> Into Heaven's Golden Land, <br /> Upon the waters of the river that flows <br /> Through the NEW JERUSALEM, <br /> Will be the POTTER <br /> Still dredging mud and sand.<br /><br />Bob Burnette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-timeless-potter/
