Clay in the Potter’s Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
When we puff ourselves up go our separate ways following other gods led utterly astray Forgetting our station the distance ...
When we puff ourselves up go our separate ways following other gods led utterly astray Forgetting our station the distance ...
A calling from God the path of our life if we submit out will as did the Christ The nature ...
ever may I be able to proclaim my clay still wet still sitting on the potter's wheel feeling the touch ...
Speaking truth agonizing, painful truth speaking truth, his true fear honestly, openly Christ in the garden, Gethsemane crying out to ...
Needing to stay open to the leadings, the guidance of God Our gifts to be used in unusual ways Not ...
Like malleable clay warmed, cradled lovingly held in the potter's hands Our lives, our all held, ever in his care ...
Praying, in the quiet of my heart my clay, giving myself my heart, my all becoming a vessel worthy for ...
Abiding in the vine, living connected sustained, fed, by the love of God abiding in His love, walking, journeying in ...
Your grace oh Lord, poured out, a libation for the world shared through a willing vessel not matter that it ...
cradled in your hands molded, to your purposes make me a vessel January 30, 2009 (Raymond A. Foss)
Give me a heart, hands, feet, a voice clear and strong give me a willingness, a desire, a heart open ...
We are called, given our marching orders to leave our lives behind, to go into the world sharing the message ...
An amazing creation each one of us, evidence, proof of a design a living creator molding us, breathing life into ...
God was there, in the brilliant flash of light in the booming voice from on high speaking to His tormented, ...
God is my master, the guide for my life God leads me through the trials and joys of my days ...
Mold me, Lord. Pick me back up, when I am chipped, cracked, broken into pieces, when my glaze fades, when ...
The body of Christ, the church, universal a shimmering, living fabric, precious threads, unique and special, woven together with love ...
Choosing to be paired, yoked to the Christ, following the command the instruction of the Father serving in the field, ...
I am clay in the potter's hands Mold me, shape me, make me What you will of me Use me ...
Molded, shaped, reshaped in the potter's hands, imperfections worked out, pulled from the clay, balance, symmetry, made useful by his ...
At the end of our prayer before our parting after the words, the request for wisdom that my mouth would ...
If you would say yes to my plea, my prayer, on bended knee I would marry you again, joyfully for ...
A purposeful stride across the room, a draping of a body across my shoulders, as I write lines on the ...
Joy comes with the morning the birthing of a new day Cloth me in your joy Lord wrap, cover my ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
Melissa: I've still rever'd your Order as Divine; And when I see unblemish'd Virtue ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants His footsteps in the sea, And rides upon ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
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