The Potter's Wheel | |
To make of me something, He feels
Would one day be of great use and value,
Once He purifies my heart and makes it true.
I know He’s making a vessel of good use
One that can withstand everyday abuse
So that others will notice Him one day
As I bring Him glory and show them His way.
He is the Master Potter; I am the clay,
At one time I was determined I would stay
In those patterns and habits I had learned to guard
Never realizing that my heart was cold and hard.
As the wheel began to turn ‘round
The trials of everyday life bean to grind me down.
All the problems and the rough edges, I thought,
Surely was someone else’s’ fault.
The pressure began to get greater
I began to hurt; I was sure, beyond measure
I wanted off the wheel, and I wanted out!
Was this really what life was all about?
Oh how I complained! “It isn’t fair!”
“Oh Why? Oh why, did he have me there?
“Look at the others,” I told Him, “Surely you will see,
“Surely, they need it worse than me!”
Somehow his silence grew louder still,
And His fingers worked harder and harder…until
I finally lay back and oh how I cried,
Because, as last, I realized; It was me…“I had to die!”
The pain was great, I wasn’t sure I’d make it.
My life? – I just begged him to take it,
But he upheld me in His Righteous Right Hand,
Assuring me, in His strength, I could stand.
That was the turning point for me
That day heaven opened up and at last I could see,
His love, as he Hung there on that tree,
All alone – there in the darkness of Hell – Just for me!
My eyes were washed with bitter tears
My heart broke, for all the failure, of all the past years
How I’d spurned and neglected Him, day after day
Thinking I could take Him with me as I went on my way!
Thankfulness? The real meaning of the word?
Is love from a broken heart, which from sin has turned,
To offer, in love, my life
To Him, as a living and Holy sacrifice
A choice, to turn, and with a new desire to please Him in all you do.
Allowing your actions to show your thanks and your gratitude,
Unless before Him, empty you stand,
You will never be touched by the Master’s Hand.
Give Him you heart complete,
Give Him everything, even that which you think you must keep!
You may think it will leave a hold, but seek His face, rely on His grace
And rivers of living water will flow in its place.
Before there can be a filling
The vessel must be empty and willing…
Willing to forsake all, with great gratitude and thankfulness,
Then and only then will you be filled because He has promised it.
Carol Greenberg
Written by the Holy Spirit,
Penned by Carol Greenberg
11/18/87