ali's Corner [My Potter's Hands]

I am clay.
The centermost point of my palms
grip the word PURPOSE
so tightly with the outskirts of my fingertips.

I am clay.
The very corners of my heart,
envelop Your grace like a child's bear hug.
I long for Your whisper.

I am clay.
The call of Your will is known.
While my human understanding
sinks farther into the abyss of my mind,
I am filled with more of You.

I am clay.
Sometimes I am cut.
Sometimes I am pounded.
Sometimes I am broken.
But the Lord is my potter.
And by faith and trust,
I know
He will always put me back together.

My arms cannot stretch any wider.
Failure is not an option.
Living out my purpose is in the field of view.
And potential is consuming me.

I've been prepared.
I am here.
Lord send me.