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The Potter's Clay by Deborah Smith Plemmons I was but a lump of shapeless clay, Until I was found by the Potter one day. With His hands, He started molding me Into what He would have me to be. I did not resist His gentle touch, Though I thought I'd not amount to much. He smoothed rough edges, getting rid of self. I really didn't want to sit on a shelf. He fashioned me after His own image. I remained pliable to avoid any damage. Thank you, God, for not giving up on me. I pray I'll be all you want me to be. God is the Potter and I am the clay. He molded me into what I am today. I feel now I'm a vessel fit for His use; A vessel of honor to share His truths. |
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