We each become the person we really want to be
Daily we are cultivating the person
that will be remembered by others
Moment by moment we make decisions
that etch that person more clearly
into who we will forever be
We become the person we really want to be
Like clay in the hands of a potter
I create the vessel that is me
A cruel word here
a hidden sin there
an angry response in a moment
all make an impression
on the clay that is me
And in time that clay hardens
and others see the work of my life
Some choose a different style
of pottery
They are more intentional,
less careless
They gently seek another outcome
With a softer touch they return
a harsh word with love
They respond to a hurt with a prayer
When they lose something precious
they release it to God and choose
forgiveness
The clay forms differently for them
It's a softer vessel, gentle lines
Its very look speaks of grace
as the potter responds to the grace
received from God
As his vessel hardens it looks so different
It's attractive, appealing, refreshing
It's a vessel that gives a smile, a kind word
a gentle touch no matter what is done to it
As the years pass I'm daily molding me,
the vessel I will be
The clay hardens and I reveal to the world
the work of the craftsman
A work of love and grace or
a work of selfishness and resentment
When I see an older person I know
what they did with the clay that is them
The vessel is set, the work is done
and in their face, in their words
they tell me of their hearts
Moment by moment I'm molding me
Lord, guide my hands that what comes
out when the vessel is done
is
a vessel that looks like you
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