My life is on the wheel…Earthbound clay
Spinning. Wondering. Why are His hands changing me?
With purpose
What is He creating in me?
What does He see?
Is there a purpose in the pain?
Stretching, sensing, swirling, struggling
I’m smaller than I used to be, it seems
The Mosaic of broken dreams
I’m dizzy with change
The wheel slows as his eyes scan my shell
And he sees it.
I was hoping that he’d over look it.
Halfway hoping he would cast me aside and move on to a more fitting lump of clay.
He pauses-
Divine rejection is what I feel. Rejection that He sees who I really am-
A catastrophic mess
Deeply wounded- Brokeness
He picks me up again and throws me back on the wheel.
This is not the way it’s supposed to be.
Still working- it hurts because I’m still me
Can I ever be what He wants me to be?
He’s creating in my catastrophe.
I’m spinning again- Oh God what do you see?
The heat of the oven- birthplace of sanctity.
Above and beyond all treachery
That separated my soul from Thee
Burning, glazing, waiting, straining
I stand before the Master of the clay
I didn’t know it then but I know it now.
He recognizes me.
And- He SMILES. He smiles at me.
My creator
Who walked me through the fire of earth
And now I see him
The all-things-new Messiah
King of Castaways
The Potter
Victor
Creator
Jesus
In awestruck wonder we will stand
His masterpiece of grace. `
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