GOD IS SHAPING ME
God is shaping me
molding me
kneading me
pulling and tugging
at this old lump of clay –
I protest.
I don't like being
Stretched
and
Rearranged.
I find discomfort
in God's
powerful hands
as they work me over.
I spin
on His wheel
Dizzy
and
Disoriented –
He pushes a thumb
Here
and
There,
He pinches
and
Prods,
And sometimes
He starts
all over again.
I am
uncomfortable
with His work –
I like being
a lump of clay…
Why won't He,
Why can't He,
just leave me
Alone?
I don't like being
Passive
Submissive
to Him.
At least
He could let me
decide
Whether to be
A vase
or
A plate
or
A mug
or
A statue…
Couldn't He?
But the Lord knows
the shape
that I am to become –
He decides
the means for
the molding…
He keeps working
until
my resistance
Stills.
I surrender.
I allow
Him to do
the forming.
And slowly
And surely
My lumpy clay
begins
to take on
Character.
The Potter
leans over
and whispers
to me…
"You are My masterpiece."
© Sharon Kirby
January 8, 2013
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The Potter spins the wheel, and I am molded to His will. |
"Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." (Isaiah 64:8, NIV)
"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago." (Ephesians 2:10, NLT)
Are you letting The Potter shape you?
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Oh I do love this Sharon. The process is often painful, isn't it? It's not natural for us, yet natural is not where He wants us... it's His supernatural that changes everything, and us in the process.
ReplyDeleteOnce again, your words reflect my own heart.
I kept nodding all the way through and saying "yes Lord this is me" "I know Lord I am resisting"..."Lord I want to submit". Then I got to the end and it hit me harder. You wrote this poem on my birthday this year....WOW!!!
ReplyDeleteOh how I know that uncomfortable and often unwelcome feeling of the molding and reshaping that God does in our lives.
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon,
ReplyDeleteVery true words as always, great poem. Speaks to me, God has been speaking to me about submission.
God Bless
I love this poem. And you know Sharon - sometimes when God shapes us - it really does hurt and it is hard to understand and I guess that is where faith comes in. sandie
ReplyDeletePowerful poem, Sharonn. The submission can be so hard can't it.....it is out of His deep love for us, but challenging.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, beautiful thoughts. I never thought about what it would feel like to be physically molded, as clay, but I agree that molding can be so painful at times. But the whisper at the end is worth it! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for this reminder that it's all worth it in the end. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing my friend, really needed this. I love you.
ReplyDeleteOh that sweet whisper when he is finished with His art work on us. So awesome. Thank you for sharing at "Tell Me a Story."
ReplyDeleteIt seems like it has been a while since you shared some of your wonderful poetry. If you have done so lately, I have missed it. I love this one, and the way it ends is just perfect. My favorite part, though, is where you say, "The least He could do is let me decide whether to be a vase, etc...
ReplyDeleteIsn't that the truth? Guilty as charged, way too often.
I really do love this. (Sorry to be so late. I was off honeymooning with that man of mine. Grin.)
Truism has just been shared with all of us beautifully. YES, I must submit, over and over again. I'm too often a knee-jerker... and need to be a heart-yielder.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sharon. I love that God sees me as his masterpiece. Oh, to be loved by the King!
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon, you are so gifted as a writer. I could never do this! Great poem and such great truth
ReplyDeleteGod bless
Tracy
Sharon, I agree with Tracy's comment above. You are a gifted writer. You have so many different ways of presenting what the Lord is teaching you.
ReplyDeleteI do not like being on the Potter's Wheel either. Sometimes, I wish I could just be left alone--like Job asked. I just saw that today in something I was reading. I was a little amazed that Job asked God if He would just leave him alone. So, we're in good company as Job was considered a righteous servant by God!
In your case, God has crafted a Masterpiece--and He's just refining the edges.
Glad you like the moon photos.
Blessings,
Janis
wow Sharon...this is written so good...you captured how I feel some days too. Stay strong.....and know He's got a plan....a purpose in everything. I got to tell myself that too. The neat thing is when we belong to Him....nothing happens that He doesn't allow. My friend used to tell me that all that time. I think it's true. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Sharon! And - such a leap in my spirit when you got to the part about character being formed . . . revealed . . .
ReplyDeleteI tend to write a lot in free verse. Just pulled out some of my collection as I am returning to my writing with more purpose - towards actual publication. Even have a young artist working with me. Part of the streamlined focus I've been praying for. Can't be all things to everyone - was spread too thin and just not connecting creatively like I used to - wrung out. Feeding now - Etsy will be a part of that. And, the Lord will draw to me those who need what bits and pieces I have. *Sigh of relief.
Will begin posting some of my work and truly be more reflective of my blog title: The Writer's Reverie . . .
Come for tea!!! I'll pull out my Western gear!!!
Joy!
Kathy
I don't like being pulled and rearranged either - but I am starting to - because that is the only way I can ever find true peace and contentment - after all the pulling and shaping. Sweet poem - with a sweet reminder!
ReplyDeleteHi Sharon! What a great poem! I don't think anyone likes a good 'going over.' We all like to go our own way. But you will become what he want you to be. That will something you could never ask for or imagine :)
ReplyDeletePeace in Christ,
Ceil