Today's post is just a poem I like titled The Potter's Wheel by Marilyn Ferguson. It really needs no further commentary....
When you're troubled and discouraged,
In the darkness of the night.
When obstruction clouds your vision,
And you just can't see the light.
When life's trials overcome you,
And you have nowhere to turn.
When you've reached the very bottom,
There are lessons you must learn.
For the clay is being molded,
It's been twisted, pulled, and tossed.
It's been rolled and it's been pounded,
Till the ego has been lost.
He will put you through the furnace,
You'll be tested to the brim.
Your life will be in pieces,
Till you give your soul to Him.
From blemish to perfection,
His hands will form the clay.
This human piece of rubble,
Must let God have his way.
When you come to him all battered,
In the form of mortal man.
When you cry to Him in mercy,
You will find the Potter's hand.
He will grind you, mold, and chisel,
The friction you will feel.
Till he gently carves and shapes you,
Upon the Potter's wheel.
