You are the Potter, and I am the clay.
Shape me and mold me, Lord, have Your own way.
But...when it comes to feeling Your oven’s heat,
I don’t wanna be part of Your ‘clay elite’.
(Sounds familiar?)
To be useful, into fire we clay must go.
For usefulness, yes, and also to grow.
As You turn up the heat, You bet we’ll all squawk!
Your eyes keeping watch, like those of a hawk.
Such a hot oven, You don’t just cast us in it.
Between our squawks we’ll see, You’ve joined us there in it!!
With eyes fixed on You, all fears become calm.
Your presence becomes a cooling heat balm.
Together, withstanding heat ever so severe,
Weak spots become strong, impurities disappear.
When cooled and polished, our faith soars in Your plan and design.
Only then are we, once clay, ready for Your use...Divine.
Friend,
When heat into your righteous life is sent,
Seek to know God’s reason and His intent.
He is faithful, and to you He’ll give a sign,
One that’ll calm your fears, and ease your troubled mind.
All heat is not sent as judgment for your sins.
God also sends heat for...vessel transitions.
Then, my Friend, your choice is to stay as useless as clay,
Or take a ‘hot rod ride’ on His...Transition Highway!
