– the clay’s perspective –
This wheel is spinning so fast!
If these hands would not hold me,
I would be scattered all over.
I would waste away.
Sometimes I become so rigid
I can’t take one more thumb.
And in that place of can’t-ness
He sprinkles me with water.
His goodness melts my heart.
From the bottom of the wheel
He rises me into shape.
With each pressure I embrace
I become a masterpiece.
He builds life and motion into me.
I get a little dizzy sometimes
From this fast-spinning world of mine;
But I recentre instantly
When I become aware of Him – my Maker.
I gaze in Your direction many times.
Your face is dressed in bright bright light.
If You have blue or big brown eyes,
I cannot tell.
What I can say
Is how You feel:
Your eyes feel like love.
Your smile feels like warmth.
Your hands feel like home.
I have Your fingerprints all over me.
Inside and out.
And even though these exact same hands
Will be the ones that put me in the fire
I grew to trust You way beyond
All those degrees, even a thousand. (°C)
Living Outside the Boat 