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.