So often we want to do everything by ourselves forgetting that it is God who is in charge of our lives. It is He who formed us. It is He who called us. It is He who has a work for us to do. We need to hear what He is saying. “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths. Proverbs 3:5
I am attaching a poem written by Gary Yendall, with his permission.
The Potter’s Hands
I call out to you ‘Lord’
You alone are my God
My Savior
When I walk through the valley of
Broken dreams and promises.
When my heart is shattered,
And I can’t go on.
My eyes are dry, the tears have all
Been wrung out.
The love I had is gone.
Pain comes to fill its place.
I am, but a shell of who I was.
Waiting, waiting for the desert
To devour me.
Yet!
My wee small voice
Calls out to You.
In my weakness.
In my hour of need.
You pick me up.
And place this shattered vessel,
On Your potter’s wheel.
Though You are gentle.
I feel the strength.
You gather all the pieces,
And grind them into dust.
Your tears will add the moisture,
As slowly Your work begins.
Round and round I go
I am in the potter’s hands.
He shapes me and molds me
I do whatever He commands
I am on the potter’s wheel,
And in my Masters hands/
I feel His love,
Flowing through my bones.
Strong hands massage my heart.
My belly is rippled.
As wave after wave
Of living water, fills me with life.
From the dust of the earth
He picks me up
And makes me stand.
Almost perfect
In my Masters hands
Almost finished
I heard Him say
As He held me up
And brought me close
He breathed life into me
And let me go
I’m a new creation
I was born again
Created and molded
By my Masters hand