, THE POTTER, PeaceWrites

There laid the lump of clay

Formless and shapeless with no use

To its right stood vessels made

To its left stood the unyielding ones

Filled with hate and resentment

At another corner laid the unfinished pottery

Utterly useless.

, THE POTTER, PeaceWrites

Then came the potter

Bent in the dust

Forming the lump of clay

Unyielding it was

Scared of the fire

The potter continues relentlessly

Kneading its grooves, forming its dimples

Offering moisture, Graciously free

Never shifting his gaze from it.

, THE POTTER, PeaceWrites

Beautiful!!!! Splendid!!!

Useful!! People exclaimed

The vessel of clay stood

For all to admire

So useful it was, many laid coveted it

It withstood the fire, the water

The numerous trimmings and prunings

And there it stood useful in its Master’s hand

A proud workmanship of the Father

Exuding, Radiating Glory.

, THE POTTER, PeaceWrites

What type of clay are you in the Potter’s hand?

Are you a yielding clay or an unyielding one?


, THE POTTER, PeaceWrites

Isaiah 45:9-12
“What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator.
Does a clay pot argue with its maker?
Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying,
‘Stop, you’re doing it wrong!’
Does the pot exclaim,
‘How clumsy can you be?’
10 How terrible it would be if a newborn baby said to its father,
‘Why was I born?’
or if it said to its mother,
‘Why did you make me this way?’”
11 This is what the Lord says—
the Holy One of Israel and your Creator:
“Do you question what I do for my children?
Do you give me orders about the work of my hands?
12 I am the one who made the earth
and created people to live on it.
With my hands I stretched out the heavens.
All the stars are at my command.

, THE POTTER, PeaceWrites