Being Ever New Clay – v2

Mold me, Lord.

Pick me back up,

throw me back onto the wheel

when I am chipped, cracked,

broken into pieces,

when my glaze fades,

when I shatter,

when I am tarnished.

Make me forever new clay,

malleable, moldable,

fresh and new,

ready for Your hands,

the hands of the Potter

to make me a useful vessel

for Your purposes.

Mend me, fill the cracked places

repair my brokenness

and bring me back to You.

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edited August 4, 2014

Being Ever New Clay – v2

March 10, 2008

Being Ever New Clay

http://raymondafoss.blogspot.com/2008/03/being-ever-new-clay.html

Philippians 1:3-11 and

Upper Room daily devotional

http://www.upperroom.org/Devotional/default.asp?month=3&day=10&year=2008&x=107&y=6

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