By Melissa McLaughlin
In the Potter’s hands
He turns me
Gently molding
Firmly holding
Heaven’s golding
Bending
Pressing
Shaping
Swirling
Barely recognizing
This old lump of clay
Glimpse His glistening glory
See His unfolding story
Waiting while He works
Here in the Potter’s hands
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Paperclip Prayer – Poem and Prayer By Melissa McLaughlin
Yes yes yes. It can sometimes hurt while he is molding but glory to God we will be a masterpiece
It’s so true, Lisa. We know God’s desire and our desire is to look more and more like Christ. But when we remember our Savior on the cross, we know to be conformed into His image will be painful. But it will also be beautiful. Yes, you expressed it so well. A masterpiece in His hands. Mold us, oh Lord! Bless you, dear sister!