Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Nov 14, 2007 6:10:21 GMT -5
I want to tell you a story of
A beautiful vase, and from where she began,
She was once just an ugly, grey lump of clay,
Until she put her life into The Potter’s Hands.
God spent years, molding and
Shaping her, into who she is today,
Before she was put on the Potter’s wheel,
Her life was going nowhere and
She was in really bad shape.
He has now made her into a beautiful vase,
Destined to hold flowers,
With the fragrance of Gods heart.
It took much preparation and time,
For God to shape her, and make her
Into His own unique design.
He would poke her and He would prod,
And sometimes she begged Him to stop.
God would put her in the fire,
And would turn up the heat,
To make her strong, so that when He
Wanted to use her someday, she wouldn’t leak.
He painted her with all different colours,
And she will admit, some of the colours,
Were not to her taste,
But, He would remind her that,
She was the clay, and He was the Potter.
And He never makes a mistake.
There were times when He left her,
For so long, in the fire,
That she thought she would crack under the pressure,
And there were even times she thought she would die.
There were times, He left her on the shelf for
months, just as an unpainted clay pot.
So many times, she called to Him,
Thinking He had left her.
Then He would
Take her in His hands again,
To finish the job.
The process was painful, especially,
The molding and shaping part,
There was so much pain and hurt,
That He needed to squeeze out of her heart.
The firing was also at times, unbearable,
And she begged God to let her be!
He gave her a loving smile,
And this is what He said, “Oh I can't,
Because when I am finished with you,
You will bring so much glory and honour to Me.
You decided to get on the Potter's wheel,
When you gave Me your life.
You gave Me the permission to mold and shape you,
To be like my Son, Jesus Christ.
Be patient, I promise you,
I have great plans, and wonderful things,
I would like you to do.”
So she remained silent, and let the Potter
Have His way,
And allowed Him to make something Beautiful,
out of an ugly lump of clay.
Finally she was molded and shaped,
And decorated with all different colours of paint.
She is now sitting on the shelf,
Just sitting, all by herself.
People pass her by everyday,
And do not even notice her up there on the shelf.
She watches as other pots are taken,
While she is left, waiting, all by herself.
She asked the Potter, “ Why did you bother
Making me if I am just going to sit here?
She started to get discouraged, as she began to gather dust,
The Potter replied, “As you wait here, you will learn so much.
You will learn it is not what you are to do,
That will give you your worth.
You will learn, your worth is in Me, because
There is not one that I have made
like you, on the whole earth.
You are valued and cherished, whether you sit
Here on this shelf for years, or for just hours.
I love you just as much now,
As I will, when someday you hold flowers.
You are my own unique design,
And no matter where you go, or what you do,
You will always be Mine.
I made you, and I carefully shaped you,
Into who you are today.
If you never put your life into the Potters hands,
You would still be that ugly clump of clay.
Sit on the shelf, and just wait,
I promise, you will have your day.
Do not get discouraged as people pass you by.
Be encouraged, because even if no one notices you,
You will always be the apple of my eye.
I know who and what you once were, and
Who and what you have now become.
And I will receive all the praise and glory,
When people see the work I have done.
So just sit, My little vase,
And just know and be assured of,
How loved, valued, and priceless you are.
You are one of a kind,
And I am so overjoyed
You are Mine.”
So the little vase sat on the shelf and waited,
And praised the Potter for all that He had done.
And as she sat there, this is the song, which she sung,
"Something beautiful, something good,
All my confusion, He understood.
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife,
But He made something beautiful out of my life."
I was once nothing, and He made me into something,
I was once broken and bruised,
But He has made me into something beautiful,
So for His glory, I can be used."
(C) K. A. GRAAF
A beautiful vase, and from where she began,
She was once just an ugly, grey lump of clay,
Until she put her life into The Potter’s Hands.
God spent years, molding and
Shaping her, into who she is today,
Before she was put on the Potter’s wheel,
Her life was going nowhere and
She was in really bad shape.
He has now made her into a beautiful vase,
Destined to hold flowers,
With the fragrance of Gods heart.
It took much preparation and time,
For God to shape her, and make her
Into His own unique design.
He would poke her and He would prod,
And sometimes she begged Him to stop.
God would put her in the fire,
And would turn up the heat,
To make her strong, so that when He
Wanted to use her someday, she wouldn’t leak.
He painted her with all different colours,
And she will admit, some of the colours,
Were not to her taste,
But, He would remind her that,
She was the clay, and He was the Potter.
And He never makes a mistake.
There were times when He left her,
For so long, in the fire,
That she thought she would crack under the pressure,
And there were even times she thought she would die.
There were times, He left her on the shelf for
months, just as an unpainted clay pot.
So many times, she called to Him,
Thinking He had left her.
Then He would
Take her in His hands again,
To finish the job.
The process was painful, especially,
The molding and shaping part,
There was so much pain and hurt,
That He needed to squeeze out of her heart.
The firing was also at times, unbearable,
And she begged God to let her be!
He gave her a loving smile,
And this is what He said, “Oh I can't,
Because when I am finished with you,
You will bring so much glory and honour to Me.
You decided to get on the Potter's wheel,
When you gave Me your life.
You gave Me the permission to mold and shape you,
To be like my Son, Jesus Christ.
Be patient, I promise you,
I have great plans, and wonderful things,
I would like you to do.”
So she remained silent, and let the Potter
Have His way,
And allowed Him to make something Beautiful,
out of an ugly lump of clay.
Finally she was molded and shaped,
And decorated with all different colours of paint.
She is now sitting on the shelf,
Just sitting, all by herself.
People pass her by everyday,
And do not even notice her up there on the shelf.
She watches as other pots are taken,
While she is left, waiting, all by herself.
She asked the Potter, “ Why did you bother
Making me if I am just going to sit here?
She started to get discouraged, as she began to gather dust,
The Potter replied, “As you wait here, you will learn so much.
You will learn it is not what you are to do,
That will give you your worth.
You will learn, your worth is in Me, because
There is not one that I have made
like you, on the whole earth.
You are valued and cherished, whether you sit
Here on this shelf for years, or for just hours.
I love you just as much now,
As I will, when someday you hold flowers.
You are my own unique design,
And no matter where you go, or what you do,
You will always be Mine.
I made you, and I carefully shaped you,
Into who you are today.
If you never put your life into the Potters hands,
You would still be that ugly clump of clay.
Sit on the shelf, and just wait,
I promise, you will have your day.
Do not get discouraged as people pass you by.
Be encouraged, because even if no one notices you,
You will always be the apple of my eye.
I know who and what you once were, and
Who and what you have now become.
And I will receive all the praise and glory,
When people see the work I have done.
So just sit, My little vase,
And just know and be assured of,
How loved, valued, and priceless you are.
You are one of a kind,
And I am so overjoyed
You are Mine.”
So the little vase sat on the shelf and waited,
And praised the Potter for all that He had done.
And as she sat there, this is the song, which she sung,
"Something beautiful, something good,
All my confusion, He understood.
All I had to offer Him was brokenness and strife,
But He made something beautiful out of my life."
I was once nothing, and He made me into something,
I was once broken and bruised,
But He has made me into something beautiful,
So for His glory, I can be used."
(C) K. A. GRAAF