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Of Clay Beings

I am not the potter
neither am I the potter’s wheel,
I am the clay and he holds me,
He molds me,
with care and purpose,
through fire and pressure,
shaping me into a vessel
worthy of His grace.
I may not understand
the twists and turns,
the cracks and mends,
but I trust the Potter’s hands,
for He sees the masterpiece
when I cannot.

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  1. Johnbritto Kurusumuthu avatar
    Johnbritto Kurusumuthu

    Thank you for sharing this inspiring reflection. Keep writing and uplifting others with your wisdom and grace!

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    1. Beaton avatar
      Beaton

      Much appreciated you dropping by ^_^
      as they say we rise by uplifting others
      ~B

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      1. Johnbritto Kurusumuthu avatar
        Johnbritto Kurusumuthu

        🤝👏🙏🌷

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  2. Lamittan Felix avatar
    Lamittan Felix

    How so right this is! We are earthlings in our maker’s hands. Amazing assertions, dear B. 😊

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