A mound of earth sits on the potters wheel
A vision awaits in the potters heart
To spin and mold and carve into life
To Wet with living waters.
As He spins and spins the sin and its habit out of it

First the mound becomes doughy
Then malleable, spinning and refining
Relearning how to stand in a new form
Mounds shape into curves as darkness
Slips through the potters hand and
Out
Of the old being made new.

Spinning and spinning
Reeling and reeling is the heart of man
When at the mercy of God's molding and pruning
At what greatness rests all around in the centre of his hands
Molding us into jars of clay

See how God carefully carves beautiful patterns on the jars
As he prunes us, shaves off the clay
On the line and around the rim
Following a pattern of the vision in his heart
Things so painful while we are still malleable
Wet to the potters hand, flexible to his touch
The things that will make us beautiful

With a turn on the wheel the process is ever in motion
Repentance and renewal
Marking a groove on the jar of God's handiwork
As he shaves off old habits, curling to the floor
Forming something other,
that will be preserved in the fire of trials
Leaving a pattern of his attributes
Gentle to the touch, textured with His depth and substance
Beautiful to behold, striking reverence all around

Yet we must stay, in the centre of His hands,
Malleable to his will, like wet clay in the potters hands
Turning always this way and that, right or to the left
Strongest, never frail when in his hands,
In the heart of the potters vision
Trusting his hands to bring us to new life.

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