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The Potters Hand

In the beginning it was dust
being tossed around in the wind with no direction
wandering for a home that could not be found alone
laid out on hot pavement dried out and seeking
then the rain fell upon, mending together to form clay
bringing forth a new life form
from which by itself was alone and dead
water shall be made available to all
which shall give the texture to work with 
few will absorb into a ready substance
seeking to be like the lamp stand which set the example 
washing away the stones which caused it to separate
 the Potter shall embrace with guidance
pouring the perfect mixture on a solid foundation
for this new creation to be molded 
for all has been brought forth to press on
 Just as  clay while being formed into his creation
will fall and try to go on its own 
for it has no support within itself
and has to be known it can not do it alone
but he watches closely and with his hands 
he continues to mold and patch all things right
for he knows its path and direction
for only by staying in the center of his hands
shall it be raised up into a finished product
set up to be baked by the fire to purify
which then can be filled with overflowing water 

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  1. Date: 5/15/2014 6:11:00 AM
    Hi Stephen... :) you made me remember one song with same stem words.. :) you vividly expressed how you want to be molded here.. :) GBU, olive :)

  1. Date: 2/24/2014 10:13:00 PM
    I love the way this written. I could visualize it. We are nothing without Him. God Bless.

  1. Date: 2/14/2014 4:50:00 PM
    Hi Stephen, This poem is beautiful, to be molded in the Potters Hand and then to be tested by His fire to purify our thoughts and motives...Keep writing and may the good Lord bless you as you continue to share God's love...Thank you, for your comment on my poem Dear Lord, Give Me Wisdom...It was truly appreciated...A friend, Cinda

  1. Date: 9/1/2013 10:25:00 PM
    Very good. and thanks for the support on my poem to good to know one when you see one if you know what i mean. Thank God for shaping and molding us to the way we design us to be then us thinking we know how we should be mold.

  1. Date: 8/31/2013 4:28:00 PM
    This was an excellent piece Stephen. This piece sounds spiritual though I could be wrong. I like it!

  1. Date: 8/9/2013 2:51:00 AM
    Your poem is elegance

  1. Date: 6/2/2013 12:13:00 PM
    Oh YEAH!! I give my life into the potters hand... hopefully He will mold it into that which He would have it be. Beautiful write on one of life's greatest truths.

  1. Date: 6/1/2013 7:32:00 PM
    hi Stephan thank you for visiting my page. ur poem awesome!..

  1. Date: 5/19/2013 12:18:00 AM
    A stunning poem. You must be an amazing potter to be so vividly detailed. This reminded me a little of the scene in the movie 'Ghost". Well done :)

  1. Date: 5/18/2013 9:11:00 PM
    i love this!! absolutely amazing example of God's love, and how he transforms our hearts! Beautiful!!! :) God Bless Stephan! :)

  1. Date: 3/20/2013 3:28:00 PM
    Stephan this is an excellent write,...David

  1. Date: 3/19/2013 10:33:00 PM
    Hi Stephen, this is beautiful poetry, the subject and the way you did it, Thnx for the visit:!! Jag

  1. Date: 3/10/2013 2:02:00 PM
    So true, Stephan - "Only by staying in the center of his hands shall it be raised up into a finished product". He alone do all things for us, molding, changing us. He does it alone. We like to help but He is in charge. I like "then can be filled with overflowing water". Awesome!

  1. Date: 3/10/2013 11:01:00 AM
    Stephan I like the metaphors, good poem...David

  1. Date: 3/10/2013 10:47:00 AM
    I like the comparison of the potters wheel shaping the clay as to God shaping our lives. Nicely said on this poem. Thank you for your comment. God Bless Phyl