Hungry eyes roving to behold
A lonely heart roaming to attach
Busy hands quick to commit
Amidst a desperate soul
Chasing the wind…
Held and kneaded
Molded so gently
Shaped so delicately,
Satiated eyes fixed on Christ
A befriended heart fused with Divinity
Open hands raised in worship
Amidst a soul stilled
In His presence
But the vessel that he was making of clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter; so he remade it into another vessel, as it pleased the potter to make.
5 Then the word of the Lord came to me saying, 6 “Can I not, O house of Israel, deal with you as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.
Isaiah 48:10, 11
Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver;
I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
For My own sake, for My own sake, I will act;
For how can My name be profaned?
And My glory I will not give to another.