ISAIAH 64:8 says "But now, O LORD, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand." (New American Standard Version)
Ever felt like a lump of clay being thrown on the potters wheel?
Worse yet, have you ever felt that because of situations in your past you were marred or scarred?
Take heart!
The Master is still in control and is able to work beyond our limited comprehension.
See how skilled and delicately His fingers mold and shape your finite lines and gingerly smooths away your rough edges.
"Mold and shape me Lord; until I conform to YOUR image"
Naomi Ramon K.
Saginaw, MI