The Potter and the Clay

Behold, as clay is in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel!

Jer., xviii, 6.

Our eyes are held that we may not see 

The love and service we owe to thee;

Our will is warped that we may not do

The deeds of those that to Thee are true;

We blindly grope on a thorn-strewn road,

With fear, not love, for our only goad.

But fashion us, Lord, in Thine own good way;

For Thou art the Potter and we the clay!

We give no thought to the shape or size:

Thy hands are skilled and Thy judgments wise;

We ask Thee not what may be our worth—

A vase of beauty or a jar of earth;

Though the wheel turn slow or the wheel turn fast,

Thy hand shall guide till it stops at last.

Then fashion us, Lord, in Thine own good way;

For Thou art the Potter and we the clay.

Marie