Poem #6. This one came to me basically as a prayer and has always been one of my favorites. One I want to turn into a song but never have had the patience to do.
Clay in Your Hands
A brick of clay I once was
“Not useable” They would say
One day I met the Master Potter
Your will I will obey.
Lord, I give myself
Free I will give
Whatever your will for my life
I’m clay in Your hands
Faithful I will be
For all around to see
Lord, let me serve You
In any way that I can
Now I’m older, slower, and I’m worn
“Not useable” They still say
Lord, still I want to be used
Please don’t put me away
Is there a typo in line 2?
Hi there,
This runs pretty close to the Covenant prayer from the Methodist church. You obviously have a disciplined outlook and spirituality. Go for it.