~ An Hour With You~
A Vessel Of Honor
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
Many times the Potter has to break us
To make us into something beautiful for Him,
He gathers up all the marred clay,
To shape the vessel.. He can use today.
We can bring our broken life, marred by sin
He will mold us, until we are whole again,
Give Him your wasted years, His love He will pour,
And all your sins, He will remember no more.
He is the Potter, we are the clay
God wants to mold us in His image today,
When we fall, He picks up the broken pieces,
He doesn't throw......"the clay away"!
Just a piece of clay in the potters hands,
Willing to be molded and used for Him,
I will never understand what Jesus saw in me,
Daily I pray Lord, make me more like thee.
We thank God, He didn't throw the clay away!
Bernice Ward © 2005