Friday, October 5, 2007

A thru Z-C is for clay


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.:
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.Mold me and make me after Thy will,While I am waiting, yielded and still. To know that I was formed in the precious hands of my dear Father, is such a precious blessing to me. He created me, so He could love me, and have fellowship with me. There is no one else in this world exactly like me, He shaped us all individually. But, He does love us all, equally. I praise God, for being the Potter, that created a work of art, out of this lump of clay.

5 comments:

Jen said...

I love Isaiah 64:8

Talk..to..Grams said...

You have a wonderful post today!!
I have been thinking about you all afternoon and you are on my heart!!I hope you know how much you are loved by all of us.

Nancy did real good at the parade this afternoon. One of the football boys jumped off the float and brought her a handful of candy!! This made her so happy!
It was just so hot! whew!! I for one am ready for a little cooler weather!! Love and Hugs, Carolyn

Oldqueen44 said...

Isn't it amazing what God can do with a lump?
You are awesome.

Elisa @ Extravagant Grace said...

Amen and Amen!

Sharon said...

Amen!