But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand. (Isaiah 64:8)
In Your hands, Oh Creator of heaven and earth, is our life. You mold us and make us to be who you want us to be in this short time on this earth, The clay has no power to mold itself, only your ever-present touch can do so throughout our life. Your touch can be both gentle and tough, yet you are in control, and the vision of who we are to be is in your hands.
Let me fully surrender this clay to the skill and working of your hands, make me a vessel worthy of serving you, that you can use to water the seeds that have been planted. In your hands we become, fully, what you created us to be.
In Your hands, Oh Creator of heaven and earth, is our life. You mold us and make us to be who you want us to be in this short time on this earth, The clay has no power to mold itself, only your ever-present touch can do so throughout our life. Your touch can be both gentle and tough, yet you are in control, and the vision of who we are to be is in your hands.
Let me fully surrender this clay to the skill and working of your hands, make me a vessel worthy of serving you, that you can use to water the seeds that have been planted. In your hands we become, fully, what you created us to be.
