The potter takes a lump of clay
It’s cold and damp; unshapen and gray
He puts it on his potter’s wheel
And with his hands begins to feel
And mold and shape it just as he
Does want the lump of clay to be.
With patience and skill he fashions it
As by his potter’s wheel he sits
And as he works we soon behold
What he has created on the mold
And oh, the grandeur and beauty we see
In the place where the clay once used to be.
For in its stead, we see a beautiful sight
So flawless and smooth, he made it just right!
Such a beautiful vessel, a sight worth recording
The potter’s labor had been quite rewarding
He clothed it with paint and fired it too
It was ready for use all shiny and new!
The Master took my meaningless life
So filled with misery and strife
And began to change my life for me
With patience and skill to fashion me
To mold and shape me in a way
He wants me to be each day.
He gladly forgave, He even forgot
He drew me and loved as I earnestly sought
And I soon realized I was no longer bound
By sin and Satan for instead I found
New life, new purpose, new meaning too
In fact, I felt completely new!
For God’s grace and power from above
Took away sin and replaced it with love
I was clothed in His Spirit and fired too
My heart it the vessel that’s rejoicing anew!
I’m so glad that I as a lump of clay
Allowed Jesus to mold me in His way!
Written April 1976
Copyright © 2021 by Terri Art