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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)

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Date: 8/26/2017 9:09:00 AM
An encouraging and a true poem, Gordon:) God moulds us from clay to be shining like gold, love that thought:)
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 8/26/2017 9:30:00 AM
Thanks Jo, glad you were encouraged, have blessed weekend, Gordon
Date: 8/7/2017 1:31:00 PM
Truer words were never spoken, except by God. Very spiritual poem, Gordon.
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Gordon Mcconnell
Date: 8/7/2017 1:37:00 PM
Thanks Ralph, so pleased you liked it, have blessed day, Gordon

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