"THEN SAID THE LORD TO HIM, PUT OFF THY SHOES FROM THY FEET:
for the place where thou standest is holy ground."
Acts 7:33 KJV

Friday, May 13, 2011

Clay... Just Clay

I am but as clay in the potters hands.
Silently I scream, "Why do you make me this way?"
The potter is quiet, very quiet.
And as I also become quiet, I see
that He is always working the clay -
always working the clay.
As I inspect the vessel,
now I see it being shaped into an image
of unimaginable beauty, an object of honor.
And the Potter cracks a smile.

“...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

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