Yet oh Lord. You are our Father. We are the clay you are the potter,
we are the work of your hands.
I am reading a book called “Identity.” It is part of the Connect Series. It is a study book, and asks the question…
How do you imagine the experience of being on the Potters wheel in His hands?
The Ultimate Creator sees beauty in me, a clump of earth.
He holds me with a gentle touch.
Holy hands envelope, surround.
Patiently He works, and calls for patience,
as He creates beauty He’s already seen
I spin, slowly giving in.
My mess covers His hands
He molds mess into beauty
I feel Him,. Holding.
I feel safe. At rest. Settled.
I feel like a priceless creation
I feel cherished.
I feel shaped.
I am a work of my Potters hand,
I am vessel surrounded,
I am filled