I Am The Clay

Hands move hastily, yet gentle

Perfecting the design

With creative fingers, sensitive

To the clay, the substance

That will be brought to life

With the subtle hints of wonder

Hands shift clay into pieces

Of earthen vessels, vibrant pottery

Terra cotta turned into graceful

Jugs. Pitchers and bowls

Delicious works from strokes

Both tender and persuasive

Hands change clay from soft

Supple mud to delicate formations

Brought to life by enchanting

Hearts who give their best to craft

Out containers worthy of the word

Perfection, flawless, whole, finished

Like God above who works with us

Creating something wonderful,

Something complete and whole

Because He gives the very best

To those He ingeniously changes

From dirty mud to miraculous creations

Jeremiah 18:6 (KJV) O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as the potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.

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