We are the clay,
He is the potter.
Each and every day,
He tries to make us better.
He wants us to be a jar,
We want to be a pot;
Rebellion makes us mar,
But give up, He does not.
He crushes us,
But not to harm us
He patiently keeps spinning His wheel,
To make us become that which is His will.
Though we be broken,
We are not forsaken;
Though now, we look pitiful,
We soon become beautiful.
All we need do is stay in His hands,
For we’re better off marred in his hands;
Because, therein is no despair,
For His work is to repair.
Jer. 18:3-4(NLT): So I did as he told me and found the potter working at his wheel. But the jar he was making did not turn out as he had hoped, so he crushed it into a lump of clay again and started over.
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