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You Are The Potter I Am The Clay

by Carol Connell

You are the Potter.
I am the clay.
As handcrafted creation
I've no right to say
"Why hast thou made me thus?"
It's not open for us to discuss.

You are the Potter.
I am the clay.
On your spinning wheel
teach me to stay.
Let your hands shape me in the right direction,
yielding to pressure
that works out imperfection.

You are the Potter.
I am the clay.
Perhaps I'm not exquisite
and put on display.
Let me be content
just by You to be used
in the exact manner
that You wisely choose.

You are the Potter.
I am the clay.
If you see part of me
that's in disarray,
to You, I make this earnest appeal,
although it may hurt, put me back on the wheel.

You are the Potter.
I am the clay.
You know what's best.
Dear Lord, have Your way.
In your mercy and patience
cease not to work on me
till I'm fit for a God filled eternity.

"But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand." Isaiah 64:8

"Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it." Jeremiah 18:3,4

"Nay but, O man, who art thou that repliest against God? Shall the thing formed say to him that formed it, Why hast thou made me thus? Hath not the potter power over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and another unto dishonour?" Romans 9:20,21

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