The Potter and the Clay

While on a photographic road trip, I came upon this coffee shop art work, but couldn‘t recall the scripture it included.  As it turns out, it is one of my favorites: “Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.”  Isaiah 64:8. I love the idea that we are all the individually made, one of a kind, creations. We’re not cookie cutter same, or assembly line uniform,  we are unique, and finely crafted by the Master.  I love knowing that, but I also am aware that I am still a work in progress.  Just like a potter will shape and reshape moist clay, so God continues to perfect me.  With his own hands, as long as I remain pliable, he smoothes out my imperfections, as I spin round and round on his wheel.  The key word here is pliable. If I dry up, by avoiding Him and his word, His only recourse is to break me and start over.  Ouch!  So do yourself a favor, keep your “clay” moist, and yielded to his hands, the results will amaze you!  Here are the words to the 1907 hymn that goes along with this verse. Youtube it, if it isn’t familiar to you.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have Thine own way!
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit ’till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.