Skillful Potter

You are the Skillful Potter

I am only clay

I’m here to let you mold me

To help me know your way

I may not be made noble

Like man of great esteem

I might be meek and lowly

Unlike what most men dream

I know if I were splendid

My Lord I’d think of less

No fate could be more awful

I would be such a mess

To praise You I desire

To be part of your plan

A small part would be blissful

Please my Lord use this man