Clay in the Hands of the Potter

I chose this name for my poetry blog because I love the imagery in Scripture of God as the Potter and us as His pottery. We are marred and broken because of our sin, and our Potter is constantly at the work of making us whole again so that we may reflect His glory. We can take joy and comfort in knowing that if we belong to Christ, we are in the Father's hands, and He is shaping and fashioning us to make us make us more like Jesus. Any glimpse of beauty in us is merely a reflection of the beauty of Christ. Isaiah writes, 

“But now, O LORD, You are our Father; 

we are the clay, and You are our potter; 

and all we are the work of Your hand.”

{Isaiah 64:8}

 It is my hope and prayer that my poetry would draw you nearer to the One who made you and loves you and who has been about the work of redemption from the dawn of time. To Him be the glory and the power forever and ever! Amen.

Your grace is sufficient--I know this is true.

And to think--You just ask me to simply trust You.

You're the Lord of Creation who made all I see,

My Redeemer and the God of eternity.

You're the One who made Adam and then his wife, Eve;

They were given new life and called to believe.

And lo, when they doubted, Your grace held them still--

This story of redemption Scripture's pages now fill.

You came on a mission to love, save the lost,

Yet our sinful rebellion drove Christ to the cross.

Broken and marred--though once vessels of clay,

We were shattered and ugly, and that's how we'd stay...

Had not you, Lord, stepped in and ransomed Your own--

The Potter, the King, on Your heavenly throne.

Our souls were so broken; we filled with despair

And that's where we'd all be if You'd left us there.

But You didn't--You suffered and died in our place!

You gave us new life, and You crowned us with grace.

Our once-broken vessels were refined in the fire

To sing of Your praises and lift Your name higher

And call other vessels their Potter to know;

To have hearts filled with joy and through their lives show

How great is the Potter--how faithful and true

And to proclaim to the peoples, "He died to save you!"

Lord, this is my prayer and the cry of my heart:

I'm as unworthy of grace as I was at the start.

You have filled me with joy and made me anew--

What more can I do but surrender to You?

I need You so deeply each day that I live,

And I long to be poured out and give as You give.

My life's not my own; I am called by Your name.

My heart now is yours--I can't be the same!

Though I'm still just a vessel, I rejoice in this role.
I rejoice in my weakness, for my God I extol.

You're my Joy and my Life--and for all that You do,

May my heart never cease to sing praises to You.