The potter and the clay

To think

I am the end in itself

The creator of life

Is delusional


To be separated

From the One

Who created me

Then talk back

As if I know what’s best

Is to say

I created myself

For my own good

I know the beginning from the end

Such deception



Forfeits the grace of God

Only grace opens my eyes

To the One who created me

Breathed life into me

Knows me

Knows the plans He created for me

Both future and hope

Are in His hand

When I’m in His hand

My future is secure

His plans can succeed

Only then am I





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