With His Hands
One of you will say to me: “Then why does God still blame us? For who is able to resist his will?” But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?’ ” Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use?
Romans 9:19?-?21 NIV
If the temperature is too low, the clay will crumble. But if it's too hot, the outside will fuse and burn before the centre of the clay is cooked through. While baking, the clay should cure evenly throughout and turn into a hard plastic.
From the dust we were formed
Like it or not it's not our creation
We are just here in this world
The clay cup in its blindness
Says ,why was I not the bowl
The bowl says why was I not a cup
It's the same clay for different purposes
But both are formed to hold water within
The potter is the master creator
With His hands molding one
Then placed in the fire to purify
Into a finished product
Only He can fill the cup or bowl
With His purified water
The main goal of both is
To allow the clean water
To clean the inside of it
In hope the cup or bowl
Is made acceptable for it's use
The cup or bowl can not
Make themselves useful by own works
They know not the source
But only through the process
Of the creator shall one be made acceptable
That He might put one up on His shelf
To remain in His kingdom
As a finished product of His purpose
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