the potter's hands

Jesus,

i am nothing without you. i am just a lifeless piece of clay to be molded. i feel the stretching and moving as You, My Potter, shape me into something new. You take me and move me into new places, Your hand ever guiding me. i am scared of what i will become...but i trust You with my life. i pray i am good enough for you, that i will be easily molded. i pray i am willing to become the shape You have intended for me. let me be Your branch, Your artwork, let me be Your vessel. Jesus, take all of me and give me more of You. let my life be open for Your future...for Your plans. the vessel i become will hold You, Your life and Your abundance. as You continue to shape and move my form on Your potter's wheel. put me in the kiln to keep the shape You have created. put me in Your testing to become molded to You. take my life Jesus, make it more.

Jesus, less of me and more of You.

the hammer holds

Bebo Norman

A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man

So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer holds

This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds