The Potter’s Hand

BY RUSANNE CAROLE

I cannot feel anymore

I cannot understand what is going on
I cannot go on like this, Lord
Doing it all on my own

Even surrounded by people, yet lonely

I need You

What is happening, God?
In this world or in this life?
I cannot do it by myself
This I now know

I attempted to do things on my own

And the outcome was not good

Surrender
Let go

Become pliable in Your Hands

Your Hands

Powerful and Purposeful
Strong, yet soft
Caressing and Caring
Directional and Developing

You knew
before You placed me on Your Potter’s wheel
exactly the divine design
You had in mind and planned
even before I entered my mother’s womb

It takes my surrender to You
Regardless of circumstances
Regardless of mistakes

Regardless of delays and starting over

Regardless of trials and tears
You are the Potter
I am the clay
You are the Potter
I am Your poetry

Designed by the Designer of all things
Loved by the Lover of my soul

Even through the fire and flames
of this lifeAs the heat of the kiln produces
the masterpiece

The Master is in control
Of the watertight container
of the fruits of the Spirit I desire to live by

To do the work You have planned for me

Until we are face-to-face
And You smile and say

Welcome home,
good and faithful daughter I love

The Potter’s Hands will now hold you

Now and for eternity