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This is a song I wrote after having a nervous breakdown in 1994. I was feeling my lowest and could not get any lower and God gave me this song to begin to lift me up out of the deep depression that I was in at the time. It brought me hope that He was not finished with me yet. Praise be to Yahweh.


Submitted:Mar 11, 2009    Reads: 90    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

The Potter and The Clay

by Susan H Fouts

He was working at the wheel,

Patient indeed.

Carefully turning the wheel,

Searching every need

For He saw a picture in His mind

How He wanted it to be,

And He saw a glorious vessel

In you and me

In you and me...

The vessel He was making was spoiled in His hands.

Was it due to circumstances

Or the enemy's plan?

But He never tossed that lump aside

Giving it up

But determined Himself to finish

The work He had begun

He had begun...

Oh, I'm so glad that I'm in the Master's hand;

Though the wheel sometimes spins so swiftly;

I don't think I can stand.

That's when I'm reminded that the work

Which He has begun:

He will perform it and bring it to pass

Till the day of His return

His return...

"Cannot I do with you as this vessel?"

As the clay is in His hand,

"So are you in My hand, child, you're in My hand.

And I'm making into a vessel, for the world to see,

My mercy and My grace, which I've bestowed upon thee,

Bestowed on thee"...

He was working at the wheel,

Patient indeed....


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