Potter and Clay

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Gone but not forgotten.
We start as lumps of clay, without form and void, without any meaning, without love and joy. But in the Potter's hand, His workmanship to be, formed by mighty power, by His ability.

To change us day by day, His hands to shape and form, out of miry clay, upon a Rock transformed. A vessel made to honour, His Spirit to indwell, changed into His likeness, God's temple is beheld.

Outward may not look much, weathered by the storms, inward is His Word, kept for evermore. Yet it's but a step, to make a perfect vase, placed within the kiln, to change us by His Grace.

A fire consumes the bad, outwardly and weak, and soon reveals His best, Sons of God to see. Soon displayed forever, made by nail scared hands, trophies of His Grace, in His likeness stand.

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Isaiah 64:8 "But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand."

1 Corinthians 15:49 "And as we have borne the image of the earthy, we shall also bear the image of the heavenly."
 
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