Removing the mars in your heart;
Kneading, pressing the work o’ My hands;
My joy to work to set you apart;
What My good nature, for good, demands;
Is it not mine, to do as the potter,
Since you’re My child, and I’m your Father?
For the good, I’m working all things,
Conforming you to be like My Son,
To stand for Me in all life brings,
We are walking, together as one;
The pressure you feel: My exuberance,
To work into you a divine patience;
You’ll see My heart, your greatest potential,
Unearthly grace, heavenly love,
Brought through all trials torrential;
Wrought through the Seed from above.
In time you’ll see the fruit of My plan;
The glory in you: My Son of Man.
Jeremiah 18:3-6
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