In the Hand of the Potter
To the Potter's house, I did go.
It was a mighty good show.
How he worked, I did watch.
Oh, what a lesson He taught.
He took a lump, a piece of clay
And chose just what to make, his way.
It didn't please him all that much.
So, he began again with another touch.
Beautiful it was as he reshape it.
The clay in the potter's hand, now was fit.
A second chance to be made again.
Lord, do the same with me, with Your hand.
Make me beautiful, useful and new.
Please, show me just what You can do.
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