The Potter's Hand
Standing and waiting,
As broken as the day
As broken as the day
Head bowed low,
I’ve even no more to pray
I’ve even no more to pray
Having done all,
I’m silent and still
I’m silent and still
As I yield to the Potter
As clay on His wheel.
As clay on His wheel.
Damaged and marred
By the world’s cruel drought
By the world’s cruel drought
Aware that even I
would have thrown me out
would have thrown me out
Weary and willing,
I now yield control
I now yield control
And in the Potter’s hands,
finally, I’m whole.
finally, I’m whole.
~Margaret
The Shoals, Alabama
Flashback Friday....
From my previous blog.
Flashback Friday....
From my previous blog.
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