A Potter's Wheel
A potter’s wheel
I spin upon,
Removing endless,
Saddened wrongs.
Who am I God?
What do You see,
Within the plan
You made for me?
Forsake it not,
This searching mind,
That quests to prove
Your Word Divine.
No soul may grow
To truth within,
Until is known
It’s hidden sin.
It hurts to free
My selfish pride,
And look upon
This wretch inside.
Please open, Lord,
My deepest part.
Remove the anger
From my heart.
Bend me til’
I’m sure to fold.
Take unforgiving
thoughts untold.
To ever know
Your truth revealed.
I must replace
This shame and guilt,
What else to know,
What more to learn,
From spinning wheel
On which I burn?
The wars I’ve won
Tho’ battles lost,
Has dearly taught me
What it costs.
My soul cries out,
My spirit strains,
Each time I feel
Your guiding hands.
A drop of water,
Dare I ask,
To cool this pot
That it may last?
With skillful ease
And calming touch,
Show me now
Your Love’s enough.
Perfect this soul
You mold in me.
Until the day
It looks like Thee.
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