I am but clay in the Potter’s
hands
Mold me, shape me, make me
What You will of me, of my
clay
Use me for Your purposes
Imbue me with the skills,
the spirit
To serve where You would
have me serve
Performing the services You
would intend
Wherever You would send me
However You would will me
To send me forth
From this space, this place
Into Your world
As Your servant, Your son
Your child, in Your image,
The image of Your Son,
Our brother, our example,
Our Savior, like us clay
Held in the Potter’s hands
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edited May 28, 2014
In the Potter’s Hands – v4
(editing original again)
edited January 2, 2010
In the Potter’s Hands – v2
Jeremiah 18:1-11
September 3, 2007 15:05
In the Potter’s Hands
Jeremiah 18:1-11
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