The potter's wheel is spinning, the centrifugal force is constantly pulling on you,
but if the potter has your submission, His hands are both lovingly holding and shaping you?

Are you sitting resting in His loving guiding grip as the wheel continues to turn,
are you allowing Him to decide how much pressure to apply so that you can learn?

Have you balked and pulled away when pressure was applied,
did you allow more clay to be added when a defect or hollow spot was spied?

Is having to be reshaped over and over a terrible inconvenience to you,
or is it something you are glad to partake of, something you are anxious to do?

Being on the potter's wheel is a wonderful place for me to be,
none of us is perfect and being on that wheel means, The Potter hasn't given up on me.

Thank goodness that the Potter never throws the imperfect vessels away,
instead the Potter breaks them down and starts anew with that clay.

Let the wheel turn, let me be shaped in whatever way Lord that you desire,
I know that there is much work to do so first I seek the wheel and then the potter's fire.

Lord you and you alone know the work I'm intended to do,
so won't you turn me into the perfect vessel to serve you.

You know more than I just what will be my responsibility,
so won't you put me on the potter's wheel and turn out  the best vessel I can ever be.

I don't have to be a beauty or even one of a kind,
I can be plain and simple even unattractive I really don't mind.

All I desire is that I serve you in the very best way that I can,
all I wish is that I can be a vessel to carry your love to my fellow man.