like the potter and the clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
May God always keep you in His grip like the potter and the clay may we ever be malleable giving ...
May God always keep you in His grip like the potter and the clay may we ever be malleable giving ...
God's hands, reshaping me when I give to his touch when I become empty when I become supple molded by ...
My clay, though aged not as in my youth yet supple to his touch to his loving hands Sitting on ...
Broken pieces chipped and cracked finding the hands of the potter round them converted, once more into supple clay giving ...
When I fall, when I stumble fall to the ground God gathering my pieces spread upon the ground Picking me ...
In the telling of the story that first day of Pentecost the disciples huddled, still scared believing but somewhat lost ...
Hidden in the house apart not venturing far from home the disciples waiting expectantly just as the master said Timid, ...
Fired by the flames the timid disciples changed empowered, emboldened to go in Jesus' name Able to go to the ...
Fired by the potter the clay of our lives Filled with his holy flame the Spirit burning within Only then, ...
In the coming of the Spirit the flames as on Pentecost the stuff of me different my clay changed, to ...
In the kiln of those flames each of us changed the fire of Pentecost burning living inside of us As ...
The world, all that I see in winter's grip, held tight the howling winds, the blowing snow all I see ...
Within our houses the world around shut down nature bringing forth its wrath we are hunkered down the snow piling ...
Imagining the hands of the potter what delicate mastery his artistry to reveal the eyes of the potter if we ...
What the hands of God be to craft the wings of butterflies, the gossamer of clouds the clay of human ...
our beings, not just our forms coaxed from the clay, by the hands of the potter the breath of God ...
Lovingly, working the imperfections the bubbles, the things that don't belong refining, moldings, changing starting anew, the potter at the ...
From the dust, the earth living waters, a wet lump of clay spinning on the potter's wheel a shapeless form, ...
The work of the potter never fully done going in to be reformed restored, over the days of our lives ...
The hands of the potter drenched with our clay the dust of the earth coming to life in his hands ...
molded, transformed our form taking shape the push, the tug, the calling out the urgings of the potter his will, ...
After the molding, the shaping the creation of our lives the potter still there the firings, the heat, the flames ...
Understanding the father, perhaps in a different way the creator, our savior gathering us in his arms open wide taking ...
With joy, a song in his heart the potter shaping the clay inert stuff of the earth molded in his ...
our clay, ever open ever wet, able to be changed transformed by the creator the potter, our master even after ...
The brokenness, the piece of our cracked shattered vessels, the clay dropped by our own hands The potter, still, when ...
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