Hush...The Artist Is Working
I am clay
Being molded away
Day by Day
In my Master's hands.
Though I am not complete,
I still have a desire to be used
For a great purpose in His word.
To be a part of His masterpiece.
Yes, I am slippery and mucky
And sometimes ugly
To those who lay
Their eyes upon me.
I am a creation who desires to be
Good and holy in my ways
Like my King who died for me
To make me righteous and clean.
Even though I strive to be good,
I fall short of grace in my self-seeking ways.
I tend to overthink things
And let life's stuggles get the best of me.
I admit as clay I am
Confusing and Complex
Crazy and Unorganized
Intolerant and Messy
And at times a Hypocrite.
I admit at times I misrepresent
The Artist of my life.
But as clay in His Hands I am
Reassuring and Crystal Clear
Sane and Composed
Accepted and Tidy
And through Him alone perfect in
Every way as I am molded by Him
Everyday.
I am clay
Being molded away
Day by day
In my Master's Hands.
I am a "work in progress".
He assures me through His promises
That the process will soon be
Complete and I will soon be
What He created me to be.