Take me back to the anatomy of stone and clay
where the Potter deems glory with sinners to stay.
Take me down to the earth where God’s adam was made
and forsake not the hungry, feeding on yesterday.
Take Your precious dilemma’s solution displayed;
hang it up in the stars and the trees and the grass.
Take me higher than what Adam’s children have made
where Your promises dwell till they all come to pass.
Take me off Potter’s wheel when the work has been done;
take my heart and replace it with gold from the One.
Jars of clay, hold this treasure and don’t let it die
till this jar turns to earth and the gold turns to sky.
Isaiah 64:8 – “Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.” NIV.
2 Corinthians 4:7 – “But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.” NIV.
2 Corinthians 4:18 – “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” NIV.
Written July 2011, Emma Dumitra.
Image from wolfpottery.com.