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Thursday, January 8, 2015

A Lump Of Clay

      We know that in the beginning God created man, and He created him from the dust of the earth.  We are told in Genesis, "So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him;" then later as Adam and Eve are being cast from the garden to work by the sweat of their brow, God says, "... till thou return unto the ground; for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." 
     In creating man, God became the master Potter giving life so that man would know and love Him.  "He that hath the Son hath life: and he that hath not the Son of God hath not life."  Our work is to tell others about Him. 

                  A Lump Of Clay

I was just a lump of clay until the Potter came my way.
I watched as he picked me up and gently lifted me toward the light.
A sparkle lit his eye and twinkled bright.

I heard him say, “Oh, yes! I have a special design for you.
You’ll no longer be a hardened rock. I have much more for you to do.”

“How?” I thought. “I have no life or spirit.
I’m just some ugly dirt with no heart or merit.”

The Potter began to mash and unfold.
Then he quickly started to roll and mold.
I felt a warmth inside me spread and glow.
My hardened core felt soft as dough.
How wonderful ! The gentle strokes of this master Potter.
Here and there, he added tenderness with drops of living water,
smoothing it carefully into my very core.
I knew I would never be like I was before.
I felt soft, yet strong.
I wanted to feel like this my whole life long.
When all was finished, the Potter blew in a breath of air.
I had become a sculpture, not beautiful, but fair,
with blemishs here and there.
I was in awe, but I didn't want to have a flaw.

“Masterful Potter,” I finally spoke,
"Why did you not make me beautiful like some other folk?”

“Your work will not be by appearance but by perseverance,” he replied.

 “But, why? I cried. "Can't you remove these bumps and lumps?"
 
Ever so kindly, he shushed me, “It won't matter what other people see.
You’re beautiful by design. Please don’t pine.
Your heart is pure. Your course is sure.
Those bumps are there to make you strong; they belong.”

The Potter continued smiling and began to say,
“You were once just a lump of clay.
In due time, your design will do the work that's mine.
You’re unique, a work of art, a masterpiece from my heart.
You were just a lump of clay till I, the Potter, came your way.”

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