Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jun 7, 2007 22:50:34 GMT -5
Clay In The Potter's Hand
There is One who always knew me
Shaping my heart within His hand
Reaching out to hold me
Helping me to stand.
Living waters pour over and over
To soften this vessel of clay
That I may better serve Him
In the mission fields each day.
I am The Potter's work
Set upon His wheel
Teaching me His Ways
In how to care and love another.
Our Father reached out to me
The Spirit of Peace I feel
Etching His truths across my heart
As I sing upon His wheel.
The Potter is not quite through
There's more work on me to do
Holy waters still gently pour
Upon my soul-
Now being
restored.
- Julie Pisacane © 2006
There is One who always knew me
Shaping my heart within His hand
Reaching out to hold me
Helping me to stand.
Living waters pour over and over
To soften this vessel of clay
That I may better serve Him
In the mission fields each day.
I am The Potter's work
Set upon His wheel
Teaching me His Ways
In how to care and love another.
Our Father reached out to me
The Spirit of Peace I feel
Etching His truths across my heart
As I sing upon His wheel.
The Potter is not quite through
There's more work on me to do
Holy waters still gently pour
Upon my soul-
Now being
restored.
- Julie Pisacane © 2006