A Piece of Clay
You lifted me up from the muck and mire,
You lifted this piece of clay and made me into who I am today.
The spirits of this world clung to me dragging me down,
But, you O’ Lord lifted me and saved me from my sins.
There is no greater place I would rather be than in the hands of the great “I Am”.
I am now a jewel and no longer a piece of clay, I was lifted and marred by you O’ Lord.
In the hands of the great “I Am” ,this piece of clay became a diamond,
A diamond that shines brighter each day as he the potter marred all residues away.
And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter;
So he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.
Many times in my life I have been given beautiful words and inspirations and lost them because I was disobedient to the prompting of the gift. At times they pour out of me and other times I am as a dry well. Now I know the reason behind my drought , I will thirst no longer..