The Potter’s Hands

By Melissa McLaughlin

In the Potter’s hands

He turns me

Gently molding

Firmly holding

Heaven’s golding





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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5 thoughts on “The Potter’s Hands”

    • 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!


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