I thought for the day that I would add a poem I wrote almost 15 years ago. (I had this on my blog when I first started but I did not have any followers.) I was going through a very difficult time then. I find comfort in reading God's Word. It has been my consolation since I was a child. I have penned writings and poems on paper for years thinking they were just for me. I've read over them many times and found encouragement. I always keep my concordance near by and a dictionary. Sometimes I am amazed at what a word really means.The Scripture for that particular day was:
Philippians 3:10 "That I may know Him and the power of His resurrection and the fellowship of His sufferings, being made conformable unto His death."
To be made conformable is to be made in His image. Right then this poem
popped into my head and I put it down on paper. So I am posting it again.
Lord, you are the Potter I am the clay,
Put me on the Potter's wheel and mold me I pray.
Molding is a life time of forming day by day.
Sometimes it means heartaches For that little lump of clay.
Sometimes it means sorrow, Sometimes a lot of pain.
Sometimes the skies are bright Sometimes there is rain.
Lord, help me to remember You are at the wheel,
Trying to confrom me to your blessed will.
Remind me often, Lord that You suffered heartaches too
So much - I can't imagine just what you went through.
So mold me and help me not to murmur nor complain
To adversities that come that bring a lot of pain.
Mold me, Lord,and shape me in Thine own sweet way
So I can be of service and used of you each day.
I find at this time in my life that the Lord is still molding me. One day I will be in His image completely and oh~ what a day that will be. No more heartaches, no more pain, no more sorrow. Until then I try to remember that what He does is His business. At times I have no idea what He is doing but I know that it will be for my good. If He can get the glory ~ that is all I want.