Not in any likely place,

Not in the city of the King,

But the potter saw fit to grace

A garden with one of his lovely things!

Among the plants and hedges dwell,

With the potter start thy day.

For the King delighteth well,

To walk the garden with his clay!

Though it be among the hedges,

Hindrances in all directions,

God would use this, sand our edges,

Work in us, untold perfection!

Dwelling and working together go,

Dwelling there, we’re working too.

As opportunities we know,

Arise to do what he’d have us do!

God the Master Potter, He

Sees not wasted the many hours

Used to make us fit to be

Able vessels to show His Power!

For truly, it IS HIS work we do,

Else it can never ere abide,

Effort without him will sure shine through,

Or work that is all of Him inside!

Acts 17:28