A pile of clay what is it to be? Only the Master's eyes can see His hands will push and pull He will form it with care The Master's eyes will see what shape it will be His fingers will work with great care A little clay here a little clay there Only the Master can see What shape it will be Will it be great will it be Bold In the end what will it hold Only the Master will see What shape it will be What could this clay be Could it be you could it be me Only the Master's eyes will see What shape it will really be This poem is reference to the Potter's house in Jeremiah 18:4 KJV. "And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it." Is not it wonderful to know that God is the potter that molds and shapes our lives? He can reshape us as useful vessels! |