Made from Clay

MADE FROM CLAY
By
Jan Phillips
I don’t know why I’m like I am
Only God would know.
He put me through His tests of time
And stood me on my own.
He stands beside me each and every day
To make sure I don’t fail
To give Him all the praise and glory
For the blessing He has bestowed.
But I am only human,
So I fail him all the time.
I just can’t seem to get it right
No matter how hard I try.
I must pray for forgiveness
Many hours of each day;
And hope He understands
I am like I am because
He made me this way.

So true. The beauty of it? In other people's eyes, and even our own sometimes, what is seen is the stumbles, failures, flaws, whatever, but in God's eyes, we are perfect. Great poem. Word.

And hope He understands
I am like I am because
He made me this way.

Amen!
A very important point to remember. He does love us the way we are, because in His eyes we are spotless because of the blood of Jesus, and He is always working us like a potter with his clay.