Darlene Gifford Poet Rhyme

My Potter's Hands

Lord, at Your feet I humbly kneel
on this earth, Your potter's wheel.
Lift me, I'm Your lump of clay.
Fold me, mold me to Your way.

And in Your oven the yellow sun,
heat me until Your Will be done.
Then as Your vessel, tempered and tall,
fill me, Lord Jesus, with love for all.

Your Word, Your love, Your truth I'll share,
and daily bow to You in prayer.

But, Lord, in life if I become broken and spent,
and no longer Your image I represent,
lift me again to Your potter's wheel,
and again Your hands, oh let me feel.

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Richard Lamoureux September 18, 2014 at 9:40 AM Amen, this is beautiful piece! Darlene Gifford September 18, 2014 at 11:26 AM As is your "Hands" poem. When I was reading your poem, I was thinking, "Didn't I write something about "hands", too? Then I remembered. But too late! I'd already posted to you. Enjou your day, Richard.

Maurice Yvonne September 16, 2014 at 5:52 PM Thank you for this inspiring piece. Darlene Gifford September 16, 2014 at 7:24 PM If it has inspired you and others, then praise be to God and give Him the glory because all my inspiration comes from Him. :)

Gordon Mcconnell September 15, 2014 at 5:40 AM real nice piece Darlene, especially love the final verse as it confirms our remedies are withy the Lord, God bless, Gordon Darlene Gifford September 15, 2014 at 11:37 AM Exposing others to a life in Christ and His goodness is the goal of my spiritual poems. That's why we are still here, to do His calling. I'm glad you agree, Gordon.