Continue to knead Lord,
This unworthy lump of clay.
Keep it on the Potter’s wheel,
Each and every day.

The imperfections are many Lord,
I’m very sorry to say,
But the skill in the Potter’s hand,
Can remove them day by day.

My greatest fear in life is,
That You will conclude one day.
This vessel is not worthy,
And You will toss aside this clay.

So I plead this day Lord,
Mold me according to Your will,
And keep this lump of clay,
Ever upon the Potter’s wheel.

March 5, 2014