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In His Hands

Your creativity astounds me
You pulled me out of the mold
and placed me on Your wheel
Please, if You will,
leave a few fingerprints...
I want every contour to reflect Your workmanship

I glory in being Your creation,
You whose hands are creativity in flesh...
I love to feel them shaping me,
knowing that Your model is a looking glass reflection of You

This hollow You are creating within me,
pray shape it such
that only You can fill it...
I long to be filled with Your divine energy
so that I might share it
with all the other earthenware vessels that surround

Please shape my small hands
to serve in a humble way
For I know that You have prepared my place
amongst the common clay creations

All I am is what Your hands have made me
and that is all I ever want to be

Your tender hands give definition
to my nondescript future self
I clutch this dream in my still-forming mind
that one sweet day,
You will give the great wheel one final spin
and I'll find that the half-formed appendages
You have toiled over so long
have become my wings
And I'll fly away
I'll fly away

And on that day, I will have my answer
when You place me before Your looking glass
and the work of Your hands meets my clear vision...
I will see no trace of the mere dust and water
that You originally lifted to Your wheel
These elements of earth will be transformed
into a one of a kind piece of heavenware,
every contour bearing my Potter's mark.
The Potter's Hands

I feel the pressure
Of the Hands that tear me apart
And put me together again;
That hold me for hours
But work as such
That I'll go for days
Without a touch;
That drench me,
Then suffer me to dry;
That work gently,
Then press me till I nearly die.
The potter's hands
Must work in this way
To make something useful
From a lump of clay.

(Author Unknown)

He is a stream of living water
that never runs dry
I am His vessel
He is the wind that fills my sails
He is the rudder that guides my course
       Thank you for mending my brokenness, Oh Lord
                    For giving me the desire of my heart
                              to be a vessil fit for your work
What a joy!
What a priivilege! to be His work in progress!!
Teach me to number my days,
that I may apply my heart to wisdom,
so that when my time here is through
I have finished the work of your kingdom,
the work You entrusted me to do
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