Miry Clay

I am pieces of dust and dirt

particles added to water

beaten on the slab

kneaded to perfection

formed on the wheel

shaped and molded

the access clay is scraped from my final form of my identification

Ready to bake

and now added my final inscriptions

You see I am no different from miry clay

formed from the dirt

arisen from the ground

called forth to have breath

and live this life all around

Chosen by one

Hand carved

shaped and molded

my character

my integrity

the very attitude of the one who made me

anger

bitterness

selfishness

pride

envy

is all what will lead me to die

just as the clay is formed on the wheel

the potters hands are shaping me still

The stages of life are all specific to the call

that is promised to be forth new life to all

Every trip

Every nation

Every tongue will one profess

Jesus is Lord of them all