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The Potter's Clay

Updated on August 20, 2013

Does the clay ask of the potter,

What will you make with me?

Nay, the potter keeps on working

On what He wills it to be,

Just a clump of clay

In the potter’s hand,

He wasn’t merely forming just a man

But, also a woman in silhouette,

Diverse and completely different

To His own delight,

Their individual properties

Can be seen only through His sight,

Sit still potter’s clay, sit still

He is not done with you,

Don’t move, be not stirred

Your finish is not set!

The clay is not solid,

It is still wet

Praise God, He is not done with me yet!


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