Wednesday, June 21, 2017

The Potter

    There he sits at his potter’s wheel clay in his hands
As the wheel starts turning I began to understand
God is the potter and I am the clay, and he has shaped me in his way
He is not finished there is still more to do
A little more work on me and I will be like new
A great work by thy perfect hands
 Just like the potter with the clay in his hands





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