Clay in the Hands of the Potter

We are but clay in the hands of the Potter
Clay formed from dust by our heavenly Father.
Each one he makes is from a new mold
None ever duplicated and none ever sold.

Born from the dust, becoming new beings,
Human flesh, living and breathing.
Each he formed as a unique individual
Living beings! How is that possible?

Each clay formed became a living man,
The gift of life from the potter's hands.
Breathed into their nostrils to make it so
The clay that the potter began to mold.

One made from a rib and the other land
He named his clay a woman and a man
Made in his image and after his likeness,
Made by his hands, the potter of kindness!

Job 33:4, 6
The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life... Behold, I am according to thy wish in thy stead: I also am formed out of the clay.