Mold the clay until You are satisfied with its shape.
The clay knows nothing.
I may be put through fire,
But the Potter knows.
And He knows why.
Clay can't ask the Potter "Why?!"
"Why did you make me like this?
It don't want to go through this pain. Why?"
The Potter knows.
If He told the clay His plans,
The clay wouldn't be prepared for it.
Fire prepares clay for its purpose
The Potter knows how much fire the clay needs.
The Potter is satisfied when the clay is the shape He wants
You are my Potter
Shape Me
Jeremiah 18:34
1 comment:
Hi Earlene!
I hope that you can entrust your life to the Potter, trust him in life's miracles and desperations. I don't know what your experiences are at the moment.
How are you, Earlene?
Love,
Julia from Germany.
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