this awesome God
He stooped
to pick me up
out of miry clay
my feet stand firm
because of Him
He once took clay
and shaped me
as man Adam
and woman Eve
He made me
in His image
And it was good
Now He stoops
to the pit
where we all made our home
and draws us out
wipes clay from our eyes
unstops our ears
tills the soil in our hearts
by His touch
we come to Life
now I see the Son
His brightness
gives breath
and
release
from drudgery
Now Peace
wraps each day
each moment
a song
lights my heart
and His Joy
bubbles
and makes
me
dance...
this awesome God
my favourite things
This is just beautiful...may we dance together. blessings~
ReplyDeleteIt would be so fun to share days together but I believe in heaven we will recognize each other... and then the fun will begin...
DeleteOh Susan I love how you recant the birth of each Christian and especially this awesome truth "Now Peace wraps each day - each moment." Yes. We don't know peace until we come to Him who is Peace.
ReplyDeleteBless you and your gift of gorgeous words,
Felecia
Felicia, it is such a completeness to rest in his Peace... though the storms rage, we are safe in Him. I am so blessed you also know this!
Delete"By His touch, we come to life" . . . and are sustained moment by moment. Love the simple arrangement of your words that tell the old old story with such newness and beauty.
ReplyDeleteIt is funny you say that about simple words...
DeleteAs a child our gardener and close family friend would send us letters from his amazing journeys to distant lands. They were filled with flambouyant words and descriptions of each and every flower he saw. Words as I had never heard and my dad's comment was always he wished he would write so we could all understand the amazing beauty he saw. I've never forgotten that, and though my dad has passed on, in a way I write for him. I want him to understand my heart...simply... to see God's heart...truly
What grace is whispered in these words!!!!!! I'm breathless and so touched by this today. Thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteGrace grace marvelous grace... I never tire of its beauty.
Deleteyour words, dear Cora, are always grace filled, you gentle soul...love you dear!
Peace wraps each day...love that....and I am loving the stained glass cross picture.
ReplyDeleteDee, my husband and I spent a winter in Mexico in his homeland making windows... all winter. The cross one was my first :)
DeleteA beautiful story of redemption by the Potter!
ReplyDeleteWorking with clay and using a potter's wheel has truly made alive this story of Redemption by the Potter for me...
DeleteIt also brings alive how God formed us out of clay... facinating to imagine His gracious hands at work seeing us even before we were formed and knowing us... As an artist I understand the act of knowing something in completeness and then fashioning it from the heart... Oh the very heart of God.
Oh my, your poetry always captures me-it always touches my heart so deeply.
ReplyDeleteyou are a dear dear friend... an open heart from God
Deletewipes clay from our eyes
ReplyDeleteunstops our ears
tills the soil in our hearts
I can see my husband's family removing the unbaked ceramic figures from the molds before baking them in the hot hot kilns. Before baking, the figurines were wiped, tooled and scraped to smoothness so there would be no seams or stray lines of slip that would be a permanent part of the piece once baked. I had never thought of all this before in relation to the creation. Your poem made the whole potter/clay process so much more real to me.
Love it, Susan!
Oh Dawn, have you ever heard the story of the Potter by Phillip Keller? I must find it for you on tape if you don't know it... As a 19 year old it completely remade me!
Deletelove you my friend. I see God working wonders through your life. O the good things that God has for His beloved!