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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