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.

 
 
 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world

Comments

Angelwith1wing

I was going to post a picture of me but the site won't let me for some reason. Sorry guys. God bless y'all.

abbyy_duanne

This is A M A Z I N G

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