The Clay

Placed on the wheel of life, spinning;

Human nature follows the bent of sinning.

Round and round and round we go,

What we will become, only God knows.

The Potter takes his place next to me-

Accepted His offer of life to be free.

His hands on my heart, He carefully molds,

His grace into my clay, He lovingly enfolds.

Days still spin like the Potter’s wheel does,

But now I know I’m not who I once was.

His fingerprints are evident all around.

His touch infused this once-lifeless mound.

The testing of fire, oh to find the joy;

To know that through the process,

Heavenly blessings we will enjoy.

©️Rachel D. Lyne

About Rachel D. Lyne

Christian Living Author: "The Apple, A Woman's Battle Plan: Overcoming Forbidden Fruit in Marriage." Devotional blogger, poet, Christian magazine content creator, and inspirational speaker.
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