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LIFE; THE POTTER'S HANDS

LIFE; THE POTTER'S HANDS

Life's lessons will be learned
And mistakes will be made
Disappointments and setbacks
Will often pervade
For life is measured by the struggle
By the effort that it takes
To climb mountains, face fears
Overcoming heartaches
It's not so much, what you did in life
But what you allowed life to put you through
Life becomes the Potter's hands
To complete His work in you
The process can be most painful
As He pounds and slams the clay
He never said, it would be easy
But you'll be glad, He had His way
His hands work with a tenderness
When he works near the heart
He painstakingly turns His craftsmanship
Into living, breathing art
​​​​Life becomes the Potter's hands
To form and shape His will
But the hardest part for me, I find;
Is learning to be still

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Tony Taylor

Wow!! GAYLE!!...... this is such a perfect analogy....... the molding that HE does so invisibly..... always there..... helping....... you've created some VERY beautiful phrases within ...keeping it compelling with flow and great word choices..... finding the peace in the stillness of meditation CAN be found through HIM!!...... great read!!......ALL STARS!!...... LOVE and ROCKETS!!.....T xo ?✳✴☀

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Gayle McMillan

Oh my, thank you Tony, I appreciate you taking the time to read it and for your encouraging comment. It means a lot!

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