Molding a lump of clay

Molding a lump of clay
I am a work in progress, molded by my Maker, refined by His fire, shaped with His love. Walk the journey with me.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

A little poem

Let not my heart be hardened
by stress or worries deep
Let not my soul be cold and dark
but rather Yours to keep
Let neither fear nor pride divert
me from the path You've laid
but rather peace should reign within
this masterpiece You made
Each day to walk in faith with You
above life's troubled way
Clinging tightly to Your hand
forever come what may
To hear Your heart's desire
to see You, greater still
To give you glory...all I ask
Let it be done...Your will.