Giving to His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warming in his touch feeling his guiding giving to his hands to clay to the potter Ever living flesh to ...
Warming in his touch feeling his guiding giving to his hands to clay to the potter Ever living flesh to ...
Ever let me be clay never hardened to break ever pliable to your touch to the leading of your hands ...
Knowing our flaws our beautiful imperfections the things that make us unique special in our lives to the ones whom ...
God, before all others love, the essence of God by his hands, his words making all there is all that ...
The dust of stars the stuff of the earth gathered into his hands giving us birth Molded with his touch ...
molded, transformed our form taking shape the push, the tug, the calling out the urgings of the potter his will, ...
With joy, a song in his heart the potter shaping the clay inert stuff of the earth molded in his ...
The brokenness, the piece of our cracked shattered vessels, the clay dropped by our own hands The potter, still, when ...
The dry dust sitting upon the good earth picked up by the creator given new birth His hands creating his ...
embedded in the dust the lives of the saints before us part of our forefathers, mothers in the soil from ...
For the creator the act of making our bodies loved into existence by the potter's guiding hand Our shape molded ...
In the potter's hand our lives, our path humble clay, waiting to be molded finding will, purpose outside Cracked and ...
Our lives marked, recorded in moments of joy and in seasons of fire learning through our trials, through our struggles ...
gifts he received, we each receive through the workings of his power through the loving grace of God, alone we ...
The words of the scripture the potter and the clay The balance, the struggle - free will and God's eternal ...
Shining through, the smooth, smooth surface our bodies, burned clean in the fires, not consumed, refined instead over and over ...
Our lives, changed, tested, melted, molded in the flames, in the struggles, in the challenges the heartache, in the trials ...
cradled in your hands molded, to your purposes make me a vessel January 30, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
The warmth of your hands the feel of your touch, your care your strength, your love turning the wheel, the ...
Ever being formed, reforming my flawed vessel spinning on the wheel, the Potter's fingers working out my imperfections. A journey, ...
Molded, sculpted, changed shaped by your love by your loving touch turning on the potter's wheel clay transformed serving others, ...
He said these word, the creator of the universe words more than of comfort, that he would remember us He ...
We are his, his sheep in his pasture the green pastures in which he calls us to dwell We are ...
Clay, the stuff of the potter, Kept wet throughout, To be molded, shaped, Starting over, again and again, By the ...
Molded, shaped, reshaped in the potter's hands, imperfections worked out, pulled from the clay, balance, symmetry, made useful by his ...
In His hands we are created in His hands we are molded in His hands we are sculpted in His ...
Molded and shaped Specks of the rocks they once were Packed and organized in the buckets Like the seconds of ...
When I was young my teachers were the old. I gave up fire for form till I was cold. I ...
Partly to verify an era, partly also to pass the time, last night I picked up a collection of Ptolemaic ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
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