Inspirational Poems of Faith and Art
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Here are a few poems that have encouraged me and that I share during the art and potters presentations.
I have also included a couple of my own poems, I hope you enjoy.
As a novice writer; any constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated.

Broken Vessel

 

Wounded, Broken, Shattered

Discarded by this world

 

Yet, unforgotten by the Potter

Pleading for His healing water

Washing, Cleansing, Yielding

Soon the Gospel Wielding

 

May the Potter take this miry clay anew

Bidding my old self ad due

Less of me, More of Him

To rise above this earthly din

 

May I yield to the Potters Hand

Yield to the Potters Plan

Though the Master has a gentle touch

Godly pressure I must entrust

 

As He stretches, molds, and makes

This vessel His Purpose I now do take

Once A vessel of no earthly worth

Through Him now a nobler birth

 

Filled and Renewed

To be poured out, and to serve

 

                                                                Darby Scalf

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Purpose Gained

 

World Spinning, Pressure Building

Pushed and Pulled

Cut and Scraped

Limits Reached

Foundations Lost

Darkened Desolate Isolation

Temperature Rising

Heat Searing

Life Altered

Purpose Gained

 

                     Darby Scalf

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The Potter's Wheel

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. 

 Marilyn Ferguson

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The Potter

He’s the God of the sunshine,

and God of the rain.

He knows what to send us,

Of gladness and pain.

For He is The Potter,

And we are the Clay.

He’s patiently molding.

Our lives every day.

Sometimes He sends blue skies,

And other times gray,

Then blends all together,

In perfect array.

So we must not question,

His plan of “delays,”

For great is His wisdom,

And best are His ways.

The Potter is working,

In your life and mine.

To make of us vessels,

Through which His love shines.

Oh, may we stay yielded,

His will to obey.

To come forth perfected.

In His chosen way.

                Beverly J. Anderson

Clay in the Hands of the Potter

We are but clay in the hands of the Potter
Clay formed from dust by our Heavenly Father.
Each one he makes is from a new mold
None ever duplicated and none ever sold.

Born from the dust, becoming new beings,
Human flesh, living and breathing.
Each He formed as a unique individual
Living beings! How is that possible?

Each clay formed became a living man,
The gift of life from the potter's hands.
Breathed into their nostrils to make it so
The clay that the potter began to mold.

One made from a rib and the other land.
He named his clay a woman and a man.
Made in His image and after His Likeness,
Made by His hands, the potter of kindness!

          Patricia Joan Polhans