to the Potter’s hands
Feeling the imperfections,
the rough spots, the blemishes
the dead parts, no longer pliable
Giving to his will, the living water,
to the Potter’s hands
Making something worthy,
a new creation, a vessel
holding the spirit, the breath of the potter
Turning the wheel, molding me
me the clay, giving my all
to the Potter’s hands
March 6, 2009 20:48
To the Potter’s Hands
written at Agape Café
Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH
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