The
Potter's Wheel
by
Barbara Philbrook
The
potter's wheel is spinning, the centrifugal force is
constantly pulling on you,
but if the potter has your submission, His hands are both
lovingly holding and shaping you?
Are you
sitting resting in His loving guiding grip as the wheel
continues to turn,
are you allowing Him to decide how much pressure to apply
so that you can learn?
Have you
balked and pulled away when pressure was applied,
did you allow more clay to be added when a defect or
hollow spot was spied?
Is having
to be reshaped over and over a
terrible inconvenience to you,
or is it something you are glad to partake of, something
you are anxious to do?
Being on
the potter's wheel is a wonderful place for me to be,
none of us is perfect and being on that wheel means, The
Potter hasn't given up on me.
Thank
goodness that the Potter never throws the imperfect
vessels away,
instead the Potter breaks them down and starts anew with
that clay.
Let the
wheel turn, let me be shaped in whatever way Lord that
you desire,
I know that there is much work to do so first I seek the
wheel and then the potter's fire.
Lord you
and you alone know the work I'm intended to do,
so won't you turn me into the perfect vessel to serve
you.
You know
more than I just what will be my responsibility,
so won't you put me on the potter's wheel and turn
out the best vessel I can ever be.
I don't
have to be a beauty or even one of a kind,
I can be plain and simple even unattractive I really
don't mind.
All I
desire is that I serve you in the very best way that I
can,
all I wish is that I can be a vessel to carry your love
to my fellow man.
 
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