The Master Craftsman of the ever-expanding Cosmos is in the process of creating beings in His own image and likeness.
To the Potter’s house I went down one day,
And watched him while molding the vessels of clay,
And many a wonderful lesson I drew,
As I noted the process the clay went through.
Trampled and broken, down-trodden and rolled,
To render more plastic and fit for the mould.
How like the clay that is human, I thought,
When in Heavenly hands to perfection brought!
For Self must be cast as the dust at His feet,
Before it is ready, for service made meet;
And Pride must be broken, and Self-will lost -
All laid on the altar, whatever the cost.
But, lo! By and by, a delicate vase
Of wonderful beauty and exquisite grace.
Was it once the vile clay? Ah, yes; yet how strange,
The Potter has wrought such a marvelous change!
Not a trace of the earth, nor mark of the clay -
The fires of the furnace have burned them away.
Wondrous skill of the Potter! – the praise is His due,
In Whose hands to perfection and beauty it grew.
Thus with souls lying still, content in God’s hand,
That do not His power of working withstand -
They are molded and fitted, a treasure to hold,
Vile clay now transformed into purest of gold!
From Poems of Dawn © 1915
“But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our Potter; and we all are the work of Your hand.” (Isaiah 64:8)
Of the many varied word pictures which God uses to express His truths to us, this is another, showing that “We are HIS WORKMANSHIP, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God before prepared that we should walk in them,” and “BEING CONFIDENT of this very thing, that He Who BEGAN A GOOD WORK in you WILL COMPLETE IT in preparation for the day of Jesus Christ.” “The One calling you IS FAITHFUL, and HE WILL DO IT.”
(Eph. 2:10; Phil. 1:6; 2 Thess. 5:24)
He so loves each one He has created that He is intent on faithfully doing all that is necessary to bring us into the refinement of His Divine Perfections, to bring forth
- the vessel of honor to hold the fragrant treasure of His Being;
- the pure gold of His character in us;
- the finely tuned instrument to sound forth His praises;
- the exquisite tapestry woven to show forth the beauty of His Grace;
- the bright lamp that gives forth the Light of His Truth;
- the glorious temple fitted for His habitation.
“Have Thine own way, Lord; have Thine own way;
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.” Amen!
“Now the God of all HOPE fill you with all JOY and PEACE in the believing,
that you may abound in HOPE
through the power of the Holy Spirit.”
In Agape, Eulene