The Potter and the Clay

The clay goes round and round, on the Potters wheel With gentle touches, and pressures he creates what he feels One is a bowl for eating soup, another a cup for drinking tea Each one is crafted uniquely special, showing his individuality. Handled with care by the Potter, while still in a fragile state The Potter continues to mold, until it reaches a hardened shape. And then the formed handiwork, is set aside alone to dehumidify Slowly one by one he is joined in like company, no need to cry. And then to the kiln to be purified, tested in superheated fire When they're out they are all polished, to a beauty that inspires When the Potter's done with the clay, it becomes a useful vessel We are like clay in God's hands, with our imperfections we wrestle. Our weaknesses, our wrong desires, at times may overwhelm us Our lack of faith, and hardened hearts, could scheme and impel us To be used for ugly purposes, which were not intentionally made We ruin our fragile selves, putting the haughty ego on display. We know the Potter does not change his immutable eternal purpose It is us, who must submit, to doing God's will, because it's worth it. Let him mold you for an honourable purpose! John Derek Hamilton November 11, 2015