Poem: In His Hands

Although I’m still clay,
upon God’s pottery wheel,
He continues to mold me.

Fashioned after His image,
He reworks this human vessel
to accomplish what He sees…

in the combination of gifts
that were previously bestowed,
into this elysian creation.

Mirroring Christ’s brokenness,
I can share in His suffering,
from fully embracing Salvation.

Free of the law of sin and death,
my unveiled face radiates His Love,
as I am ‘taking back the land’.

Living under my Savior’s authority,
I am forever grateful and thankful-
to remain permanently in His hands.



Author Notes:

 

Loosely based on:
Matt 5:1-16

 

Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ

 

By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.


Comments:
 
ElectricPeace   ElectricPeace wrote
on 9/18/2014 10:04:18 PM
This is so beautifully penned. very good job

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A Christian poem of faith.
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