Clay
God's word says He's the potter
and we are shapeless clay.
That we are being molded
by His mighty hand each day.
But sometimes we get slippery
and slide right off the wheel.
When we do things our way
not caring how He feels.
That's got to be an awful mess
for God to have to clean.
Splattered on the floor and walls
because we have been mean.
Copyright © Lary Houston | Year Posted 2009
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