Clay
Here I am
A lump of clay
useless unless
Some takes and creates
You look at me with love
You take me in Your master hands
And begin to shape me to Your plan
And the wheel begins spinning
You push me and pull me
Shaping me to what I'm to be
Your infinite mercy is sprinkled upon me
To ease shaping me in Your hand
My creator, create me
1 comment:
This post reminds me of the song the Hanyes girls sang at church The Potter Hands (check my blog to hear the song)
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