I Am Only Clay.

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I Am Only Clay

I am only clay,
empty, dry, and poor;
looking for life’s way,
I knock on Your door.

I am only clay,
needy, marred and weak,
asking You each day,
in my life to speak.

I am only clay,
to You I must come;
fashion me I pray,
I yearn to become.

I am only clay,
make me as You will;
help me not to sway;
cause me to be still.

I am only clay,
sitting at Your feet;
I am here to stay,
oh, You are so sweet.

I am only clay,
in the Potter’s hand;
to me come what may,
I will firmly stand.

I am only clay,
made whole by Your word;
and now this I say,
I’m glad You’re my Lord.

By Ernst Louis
From my book Never Alone
​(Poetry Meets Faith)

“O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter?” saith the LORD. “Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.”

Jeremiah 18:6 KJV

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