The Potter And The Clay

Isaiah 64:8

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bumpy clay lays on a table

No lustrous colour appears

Somberness is its personality

Shapeless contour is featureless

 

Warm hands secure to lifeless form

Assusive voice calms its fear,

"I am the potter and you are the clay."

Creativity begins to mold

 

Eyes azure blue glisten

Ashen complexion fades

Porcelain skin radiant and new

Shines on a newly formed face

Tender hands softly stroke his creation

Tranquil voice repeats,

"I am the potter and you are the clay."

 

Clay begins to turn humanlike

A heart beats in a translucent chest

Fragile blood course through veins

Physical structure stares at her reflection

Light illuminates a soothing glow

A serene voice whispers,

"I am the potter and you are the clay."

 

An individual stands in reverence

As she stares at her maker

Then, in a prudent voice she says,

"You are the potter and I was the clay."

 

 

Reviews

[Thea]

This reminds me of the song "Potter's Hand"...That's a really beautiful Godly song...
An excellent piece...Very well portrayed...
:)))