You are the potter and I am the clay.
By Your loving hands, make of me as You may.
Mold me and shape me and make me to be
A vessel that's worthy of service to Thee.
If by adversity I should be broken,
Let no negativity by me be spoken.
But let me be yielded as I face the test,
Knowing You'll rebuild me. In that I will rest.
Your wheel was the place of beginning for me.
It was there as mere clay that I learned to "see"...
And now I will wait should Your wheel again turn,
For I'll be made new, and from You I will learn.
"But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of your hand."
Isaiah 64:8 NKJ
© 2006 Arlene Schwartzkopf