Seeking Heaven (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our lives here only a foretaste of the banquet seeking heaven all of our days All of us clay still ...
Poems about molding (31 Poems)
A chorus rising (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A chorus, all the saints creation, singing, a chorus rising singing your praises oh God for you, your glory that ...
Like the Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like the potter with his hands on the inside and the outside of the bowl molding us, on the wheel ...
The Potter’s Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
In his hands the dust of the earth water from springs unknown from the ground gathered up held by the ...
my clay still wet (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
ever may I be able to proclaim my clay still wet still sitting on the potter's wheel feeling the touch ...
The Potter and the Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
From the dust, the earth living waters, a wet lump of clay spinning on the potter's wheel a shapeless form, ...
Remaining new clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the molding, the shaping the creation of our lives the potter still there the firings, the heat, the flames ...
Going back on the potter’s wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Understanding the father, perhaps in a different way the creator, our savior gathering us in his arms open wide taking ...
Animating the Dust (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The dust combined the potter molding living waters, his hands coming into sight the breath, God's spirit giving us life ...
Potter – haiku – 3 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His hands, his will molding our lives, to him pliable clay, man September 3, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
Marks of the Potter’s Hand (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Signs of his touch marks of the Potter's hand his efforts recorded written on the flesh, the tissue on this ...
Willing Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
to be willing clay, giving over to the master letting go of control our will submitting to His our bodies, ...
To the Potter’s Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Giving myself, my life to the Potter's hands Feeling the imperfections, the rough spots, the blemishes the dead parts, no ...
Working the Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The warmth of your hands the feel of your touch, your care your strength, your love turning the wheel, the ...
Eyes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
With eyes, eyes open to your presence to your hand, working even now, in the world in the unfolding pages ...
A Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Give me a heart, hands, feet, a voice clear and strong give me a willingness, a desire, a heart open ...
Pliable to Your Molding (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh that I may be, always, ever, pliable to your molding, your changing your desires, your will, your calling Lord ...
A Pliable Heart (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Give me, oh God a pliable heart, a meek, humble heart ever ready for your hands, the hands of the ...
Your Presence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eyes to see your presence your presence in all things, your grace in all things, everywhere, all around us your ...
Eyes to See (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Would that we would each, all of us, especially me, would have eyes, clear eyes that would seek out, that ...
Ears to Hear (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That still, soft voice that small voice, whispering calling from within us from the circumstances of our lives from the ...
Ears (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We pray for ears, not merely physical ears ears that will hear you, calling to us, from the stillness the ...
Clay on the Wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My life, clay on the wheel feeling the touch of the potter molding, reshaping, changing me constantly pliable, moist, never ...
Holding His Love (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The potter molding us vessels for his message his love imprinted on us marking us as his own as he ...
Marked by the Potter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We are the clay the cold, the wet lump on the potter's wheel Marked by the potter his hands molding ...
Comfort in the Creator’s Arms (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I take comfort, assurance in the words of the psalm, the ancient truths living in the book of the people ...
Wonderfully Made (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An amazing creation each one of us, evidence, proof of a design a living creator molding us, breathing life into ...
Putty in His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were like putty In his hands, transfixed Watching intently, The movement of his hands, Manipulating, molding, changing, Rechanging the ...
Turn of the Wheel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
His foot on the pedal, turning the wheel, faster, faster spinning the clay, the potter molding me, shaping me creating ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...