Monday, May 7, 2012
The Potter's Hand
The Potter’s Hand
To the Potter’s house I went down one day ,
And watched Him while moulding the vessels of clay .
And many a wonderful lesson I drew ,
As I noted the process the clay went thro .
Trampled and broken , downtrodden and rolled ,
To render more plastic and fit for the mold ,
How like the clay that is human , I thought ,
When in Heavenly hands to perfection is brought .
For self must be cast as the dust at His feet ,
Before it is ready for service made meet .
And pride must be broken , and self-will lost-
All laid on the altar , whatever the cost .
But lo! by and by a delicate vase
Of wonderful beauty and exquisite grace
Was it once the vile clay? Ah, yes ; yet how strange ,
The Potter has wrought so marvelous a change !
Not a trace of the earth , nor mark of the clay ,
The fires of the furnace have burned them away .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !