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52 “Workmen” anonymous, from The hebrew Like clay in the hands of a potter who expands it or shrinks it, so are we in your hands, God of constant love. Like a stone in the hands of a mason who splits it or shatters it, so are we in your hands, God of life and death. Like an axe in the hands of a blacksmith who heats it or cools it, so are we in your hands, God of the poor and oppressed. Like a helm in the hands of a sailor who turns it this way or that, so are we in your hands, God of kindness and mercy. Like glass in the hands of a blower who anneals it or melts it, so are we in your hands, pardoner of error and sin. Like cloth in the hand of a draper who smoothes it or twists it, so are we in your hands, O God of vengeance. 53 Like silver in the hands of a smith who alloys or refines it, so are we in your hands, healer of wounds. ...

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