The Potter and the Clay

I know I am nothing but a lump of clay,
That will return to dust one day…

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And yet I’m being molded in The Potter’s hand
For a purpose and a passion I might not fully understand.

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Fearfully and wonderfully made,
In his image He did create;

A work of art.
A masterpiece with a heart.

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Who am I to say ‘what are you making of me’?

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We do not get to choose who we want to be.

Only what we allow inside the mold,
For in effect we will become the very thing
We choose to hold.

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A vessel of honor is not so much about the vessel
And all about its content.

Why am I painting my exteriors
and trying so hard to pretend?

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Unless I’m full of You I’m hollow!

Oh, Lord please teach me how to follow.

And how to be still,
How to surrender to Your will.

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Please burn away every false desire,
As you sanctify me with Your fire.

Fill me up until there’s nothing left of me,
Complete the good work for Your glory!

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You are the Potter,
I am the clay,
Lord have your way!

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But now, O LORD, you are our father; we are the clay, and you our potter; and we all are the work of your hand.

– Isaiah 64:8

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