Is God molding you into something beautiful?

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.

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