Clay without the Potter's hands
Is just an ugly lump.
It will have no form or shape
But just remain a "clump".
But yielded in the Potter's hands
It's beauty is unique.
It becomes a vessel
Which to others' hearts will speak.
By His skillful, loving hands
The Potter gives a special touch.
His vessels are the very best
Because He loves each one so muich!
"But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter: and we all are the work of thy hand."
Isaiah 64:8 KJV
© 2010 Arlene Schwartzkopf