His Hands upon My Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's hands, reshaping me when I give to his touch when I become empty when I become supple molded by ...
God's hands, reshaping me when I give to his touch when I become empty when I become supple molded by ...
Ablaze this morning looking out my window the sun coming down burning off the clouds the roadway beyond through the ...
To dance with the creator to feel the hand of the potter guiding my steps in this life in the ...
More than the others senses of our bodies more than sight, taste more than our hearing, our sense of smell ...
More than the others senses of our world our bodies, our clay the importance of one to touch, to reach ...
The cup of salvation pouring love into us changing us from the inside washing over us Filling our empty hearts ...
In reds and yellows in greens and orange God sharing autumn with us in the colors of the leaves So ...
Drenched by his waters the living waters of God guided by the Spirit leading us home Walking in grace in ...
Like a child at Christmas eyes filled with wonder perhaps shaking the box a time or two Opening the gift ...
Ours to accept or to reject the gift of God's grace we may answer when he knocks or ignore his ...
God's grace awash with color showering down on us even in their dying The maples singing all of creation alive ...
All of us offered the same redeeming grace none of us worthy save for the love of the cross Awash ...
The judgment coming as it does for all But for his grace accepting his gift the offering of love we ...
Standing before God at the end of the age only by his grace to see the face of God Unworthy ...
All that we do the gifts we share all that we are when we are a good neighbor All these ...
Only the Master providing giving us our rest resting where He leads in this troubled earth yet peace overflowing calming ...
The world wrapped in a lie the self-centeredness man upon a pedestal though we are made of clay and His ...
Maybe it is the memories the change of pace that brings us there our sense of vacation maybe the smell ...
Thoughts of the day running through my mind moving to get her to the school to be on time A ...
Liberated, at peace even in the storms gathering myself up to cleave to you oh Lord Sensing your presence with ...
Our steps on the earth what will we leave behind our marks in the sand the fleeting sands of time ...
We are to live not be the ways of the world not be some rigid orthodoxy but by love's command ...
Alone among them able to sleep resting peacefully in the comfort of God Not fearing the day to day even ...
Tired from the work spreading the good news asleep in his arms in the embrace of the father Christ sleeping ...
Like Jesus we can sleep in the storms of this life if we truly are faithful we can find the ...
Not fearing the storms anchored on the Christ secure in God the source of all our strength Rest while the ...
For those who would reject him for our sake alone God, Christ suffering dying for the goats, not just the ...
Not feeling sorry for herself but hugging the bear closer something about her serenity the way she is carrying herself ...
Maybe this information her diagnosis easier our lives maybe careful, not carefree totally She will count the numbers regulate so ...
The work of the kingdom to restore our neighbors all of the world the children of God Our gifts for ...
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