I would rather be a piece of clay
Placed upon the Potters wheel
Touched by the Masters hands
Than bow to the worlds appeal
Mold me into someone useful
Who doesn't just walk past
And leave the lost and hurting
But a vessel tried and made to last
Place me at His marriage table
Fill me with nothing but New Wine
To be used and poured out again
Needing more from the Living Vine
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Just place me upon the Potters wheel
Mold and make of me this day
A servant humble and yielded
Here i am Lord, just a piece of clay
Make of me what You will
I am willing to do all i can
But what i will always remember
Is the touch of the Potters hands
Judy L Wilson
August 4, 2012
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Love you friend and glad to read this piece - agree with you too!
Going to endocrinologist tomorrow to find about my new tumor (non-cancer) on adrenals and if I have to have them removed....what next?
Love you friend and glad to read this piece - agree with you too!
Going to endocrinologist tomorrow to find about my new tumor (non-cancer) on adrenals and if I have to have them removed....what next?
