I Am the Clay - 2
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Hands move hastily, yet gentle
Perfecting the design
With creative fingers, sensitive
To the clay, the substance
That will be brought to life
With the subtle hints of wonder
Hands shift clay into pieces
Of earthen vessels, vibrant pottery
Terra cotta turned into graceful
Jugs. Pitchers and bowls
Delicious works from strokes
Both tender and persuasive
Hands change clay from soft
Supple mud to delicate formations
Brought to life by enchanting
Hearts who give their best to craft
Out containers worthy of the word
Perfection, flawless, whole, finished
Like God above who works with us
Creating something wonderful,
Something complete and whole
Because He gives the very best
To those He ingeniously changes
From dirty mud to miraculous creations
Jeremiah 18:6 (KJV) O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as the potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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