The kiln is burning.
The wheel is spinning.
I feel collapse.
New pain beginning.
The Potter holds my broken clay.
No piece is lost.
I strain to pray.
“I know you are the potter!
But my clay feels crushed and weak.
Please hold my heart together!
I burn to hear You speak.
I know I need repairing,
And the fire makes me stronger.
But my heart is tired and confused,
Can I rest a little longer?”
The wheel stops,
His eyes are kind,
Strong hands are still,
Truth soothes my mind.
“I fill you as I mold you.
I smile as I hold you.
Your cracks and breaks are being used.
Let my love pour THROUGH you.
Stop striving for perfection
And hiding flaws and pain.
I fill the imperfections,
And use your weakness for MY name.
Be shattered, admit weakness,
Kneel down with open hands.
I only want your best, My child.
Let Me show you all My plans.
Weakness isn’t shameful,
Your tears are not too much.
Let your hardened, brittle clay,
Be softened at My touch.
I fill you as I mold you.
I smile as I hold you.
Your cracks and breaks are being used.
Let my love pour THROUGH you.”
Romans 15:13
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in HIM, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
SG 12/13/22
A Loss For Words 