Ever Let Me be Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ever let me be clay never hardened to break ever pliable to your touch to the leading of your hands ...
Ever let me be clay never hardened to break ever pliable to your touch to the leading of your hands ...
The lump of earth my life returning over and over when I stumble, when I fall sinning against God Going ...
ever may I be able to proclaim my clay still wet still sitting on the potter's wheel feeling the touch ...
Not so willing, pliable stubborn clay on the potter's wheel holding to our own will not fully bending to the ...
We, as he was, prayerful hopeful, waiting with a heart ready eager for the calling of the Lord to answer, ...
His hands, his will molding our lives, to him pliable clay, man September 3, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
to be willing clay, giving over to the master letting go of control our will submitting to His our bodies, ...
The words of the scripture the potter and the clay The balance, the struggle - free will and God's eternal ...
Giving myself, my life to the Potter's hands Feeling the imperfections, the rough spots, the blemishes the dead parts, no ...
sitting on his wheel pliable to his hands, touch shaped by his will January 29, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
The warmth of your hands the feel of your touch, your care your strength, your love turning the wheel, the ...
With eyes, eyes open to your presence to your hand, working even now, in the world in the unfolding pages ...
Give me a heart, hands, feet, a voice clear and strong give me a willingness, a desire, a heart open ...
Oh that I may be, always, ever, pliable to your molding, your changing your desires, your will, your calling Lord ...
Give me, oh God a pliable heart, a meek, humble heart ever ready for your hands, the hands of the ...
Would that we would each, all of us, especially me, would have eyes, clear eyes that would seek out, that ...
Eyes to see your presence your presence in all things, your grace in all things, everywhere, all around us your ...
That still, soft voice that small voice, whispering calling from within us from the circumstances of our lives from the ...
We pray for ears, not merely physical ears ears that will hear you, calling to us, from the stillness the ...
My life, clay on the wheel feeling the touch of the potter molding, reshaping, changing me constantly pliable, moist, never ...
Working out my salvation humble, as Christ was, regarding others better than me humble clay, ever pliable forever changeable by ...
From the inert, cold wet clay of our lives something beautiful can rise formed by loving hands the creator, the ...
Never too late, throughout our lives ever pliable, wet clay never dry, fired, finished always able to be reformed reshaped, ...
Clay, the stuff of the potter, Kept wet throughout, To be molded, shaped, Starting over, again and again, By the ...
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
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