God is not finished with us yet. He is slowly forming us into what He wants of our lives. Each of us is like a lump of clay that God is shaping into a masterpiece for His Glory. We can comply with God’s will or fight it and mar the masterpiece.
A formless luotter’s handsmp of clay
Upon the potter’s wheel
Awaits the skillful touch
Of the Master’s hands.
As he slowly turns the wheel
Oft times a flaw appears.
The artist gently moves it
And then a mar’s revealed.
The master moves quickly
To smooth the now flawed work
Soon it’s not detected
The divot was removed.
Sometimes the flaw is greater
Than can be quickly fixed.
It appears there’s nothing left
To repair the much flawed piece.
It’s then that He endeavors
To slowly start again
And that which once was ruined
Becomes a masterpiece.
My life is but a lump
Upon the Potter’s wheel.
He forms and purifies me
When sin He doth reveal.
It’s then I realize
Tho at times I’m not content
The safest place to be
Is in the Potter’s Hands
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