Jeremiah 18: 1-6
This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: “Go down to the potter’s house, and there I will give you my message.” So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. Then the word of the LORD came to me. He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the LORD. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand.
TODAY, more than ever before, we need to submit ourselves into the hands of the Lord. However, are we truly willing to let the Potter mold us and make us into a worthy vessel?
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Design's Struggle
by KJ Hopper
Evidence of struggle is visible in the potter's room,
with a shapeless mass heading for probable doom.
In considering the form on exhibit that day,
one hardly visions beauty being made of the clay.
The potter positions the mass upon His wheel,
clay endlessly resisting, grasping to hold to its will.
Visibly stressed, spinning in a circular motion,
one realizes this effort not an instrument of notion.
Endless designs created, none worthy to redeem,
it once again pressed down, nothing left to glean.
On goes the battle of two wills entangled in war,
a potter, a lump of clay, rivaling for the ultimate score.
Why can't the clay desire to be one of honor and glory,
surrendering to become a part of salvation's story?
The potter desires only a vessel to divinely create,
but the clay, not the potter, must choose its own fate.
with a shapeless mass heading for probable doom.
In considering the form on exhibit that day,
one hardly visions beauty being made of the clay.
The potter positions the mass upon His wheel,
clay endlessly resisting, grasping to hold to its will.
Visibly stressed, spinning in a circular motion,
one realizes this effort not an instrument of notion.
Endless designs created, none worthy to redeem,
it once again pressed down, nothing left to glean.
On goes the battle of two wills entangled in war,
a potter, a lump of clay, rivaling for the ultimate score.
Why can't the clay desire to be one of honor and glory,
surrendering to become a part of salvation's story?
The potter desires only a vessel to divinely create,
but the clay, not the potter, must choose its own fate.
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