The Potters Mould -Isaiah 64: 8
In this world, we think we rule
that we're in charge of everything
ours is the control button we press
so for our own success, we cling
But this is not the true reality
for there is one in total control
the creator of all things the Lord God
he is king supreme over every soul
God is the master potter complete
taking us and moulding us for his fit
for being created in his holy image
this his purpose to clear us of our grit
This great God who is the Lord
is the potter that makes our mould
shaping and bruising us as he will
in his perfect will to shine as gold
So bow in worship to the potter
who perfectly knows what he's doing
for he uses all of our experiences
to mould us on work of renewing
(But now, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.)
Isaiah 64: 8 (ESV)
Copyright © Gordon Mcconnell | Year Posted 2017
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