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. |