The Potter's Hands
As the Potter's hands are busy
Molding His work of clay,
His vessel becomes more useful
In service to Him each day.
Every trial has its purpose,
Each loss - its infinite gain,
In the life of the Potter's child,
No suffering is in vain.
Tragedy, illness, and sorrow
May shatter our best made plans,
But perfect peace is ours...
Resting in The Potter's Hands.
"...O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay
and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand."
(Is.64:8)