8 But now, O Lord, you are our Father;
we are the clay, and you are our potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
The Potter makes whatever he pleases of his clay
The Potter makes it perfect for his pleasure
The Potter chooses how to use what he makes
The Potter knows why he sets what he makes where he sets it
The Potter delights in using his creation
The Potter can choose to give rest to what he has made
The Potter can choose to keep using what he has made
For only the Potter knows when, how and why!
He makes it
He loves it
He uses it
He gives it rest!
By Susan McMillan
12 thoughts on “Brewed Thoughts – Isaiah 64:8”
So beautiful. Makes me feel good after reading.
Thank you, Susan.
Thank you. I am glad it makes you feel good my friend 💞
Awesome reminder and great write! Thank you.
Thank-you Michelle for stopping by. Our little girl is Michele too. Only with a single L; a question we get asked a lot!. 💞
It quite a beautiful name spelled either way! You are in for the most amazing wit er. (can you tell I love my name?)
Well done Susan. Great poetry from great inspiration.
Thank-you Wendy 💞
Inspirational poem. Lovely and so true of the Great Potter as we are the clay. Thanks for stopping by and nice to meet you! Kind regards, Iris 🙂
Thank you Iris.We are the clay indeed and He is the Potter. That’s a truth I have to remember constantly in the different seasons of my life. Nice to meet you too my friend. Tons of hugs
❤ hugs Have a nice day. Much love.