In the hands of the Potter
I am the clay Lord
and You are the Potter
Life it seems is very
difficult and painful
You are forming me
and shaping me
Tears run down my cheeks,
help it hurts!
Be still my child, I know what I am doing.
Lord please I am
trying but I seem to be failing.
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| The Potter is molding this in to something beautifull |
Be still my child, I know what I am doing.
Help me not to resist
You today Lord
Guide me and show me
the way forward
The bending and twisting
of my life is excruciating!
I want to fight back
and make it go away.
Be still my child, I know what I am doing.
I don’t know when I
would be as beautiful as You
Help me stay focused
on You Lord!
Father God in Jesus
Christ’s Name I trust You
Completely!!!!
A poem by Yvette van
Niekerk
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