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One Potter.


Whether you know me personally or only know me through this blog, I think by now you know that I love music and most specially, Christian music.  This morning in worship, I had a wonderful experience that I would like to share.  We sang the song, Potter’s Hand.  Do you know that song?  I have linked a YouTube video at the end of this post in case you would like to hear it.

The lyrics are from Isaiah 64:8, which says:

Yet, O Lord, You are our Father.

We are the clay, You are the potter;

we are all the work of Your hand.

This morning, while I was song-leading, my friend, Leah, was in the back of the sanctuary offering the song up to her Lord with her hands and heart.  Oh, I couldn’t hear her voice, I just saw her.   While I sang words like, “take me, mold me, use me, fill me – I give my life to the Potter’s hand”, Leah was singing those words to her Potter, with eyes closed, hands lifted and heart surrendered.

Leah, is a young woman and a cancer survivor, who is now in remission.  She knows what its like to truly, TOTALLY, be molded by the Potter. She knows it first hand.  She knows what true surrender means.  And through it all, she gives all the glory to her Potter.

Ashamedly, I think of all the potters of my life and all the people pleasing that molded me.  All the surrendering I have done to my selfish desires and my sin.  I think of the verses in Ephesians 2 that say:

As for you, you were dead in your transgressions and sins, in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and of the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient.  All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of wrath. But because of His great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved.

 
I think back to the words I sang this morning and know (as Leah obviously does) that now, one potter, THE POTTER, is all one needs. 

Beautiful Lord, Wonderful Saviour
I know for sure, all of my days are held in Your hands, crafted
into your perfect plan
You gently call me into Your presence guiding me by Your Holy Spirit
Teach me dear Lord to live all of my life through Your eyes
I'm captured by Your holy calling
Set me apart, I know you're drawing me to yourself
Lead me Lord I pray

Chorus:
Take me, Mold me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the Potter's hand

Who is your potter?  Who has molded you and more importantly, who is molding you now?  One life. One sacrifice. One surrender. One Potter.  One Potter, rich in mercy, molding hearts surrendered.  

The Potter's Hand

Comments

  1. UnknownOctober 8, 2012 at 1:03 PM

    Thank you, Debi. Yes, I want to be molded by the Potter!!
    I wish I could've been there in worship with you :)

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  2. LeahOctober 15, 2012 at 3:12 PM

    Debi, your words touch me to my core. I don't feel worthy. I use to sit in the sancutary and watch you sing priases to the Lord with your voice and your hands.... I learned from you that a person can "sing" with more then their voice. Love ya, Leah

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