By Betty Nelms
 
 

Isaiah 65:8 But, now, O Lord, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the works of thy hand. 
 

The Potters Path 

We walk a worn path called The Potter's 
Path , that leads to The Potter's Door. 
I dread to cross the threshold, 
for I've been inside before! 

With in The Potter's House there's 
often pain, as we are broken down. 
Though, it's always necessary, because 
of imperfections he has found. 

You yield yourself to the Potter's Hand, 
As you climb upon His wheel... 
Knowing the depth's of emotions, 
sometimes you must suffer or feel. 

You yield your every weakness, 
that you might over come... 
You pray, although it is hard. 
not my will, but thine be done! 

And you say , I love you Lord, 
So have thine own way... 
And he lovingly grinds, molds, and 
polishes his treasure made of clay! 
 

Betty Nelms