The Potter's Hands

The Potter's hands are calm,
while He molds us in His love.
He crafts each single vessel,
with His blessings from above.

No two vessels look alike;
each is seen uniquely in His sight.
He sculpts us out individually,
for His joy and His delight.

The Potter takes our souls,
and turns them on His wheel.
Until He shapes each one of us,
to know His perfect will.

Each vessel is a work of art,
made in the labor of His grace.
He lovingly knows each one of us,
by the silhouette of our face.

The Potter's wheel is mighty,
as He twists and turns each piece.
He shapes each curve and arc,
and then fills us with His peace

No two souls are cast identical,
no two shapes are the same.
But we all have mercy's promise,
when we call upon His name.

For the Potter is an artist,
and He knows exactly what to do.
That is why He shaped and formed,
His image in me and you!

This poem was a finalist in the August 2010 poetry contest