The Potter

This came from my time of Bible Study this morning. The Potter. Father,I am but a mortal man, I am made from the softest clay, Come, mold me, as only You can. Father, come, and have Your way, I yield to Your will this very day. Your thoughts and plans, beyond understanding, Sometimes I think You are too demanding. Then, as I look to when I am under attack, I know, that I know, You have my back. So, come, Father, and have Your way, You are The Potter, and I am the clay. © Dave Timperley 15/122018