He Holds Your Heart

In the Potter's hands,
The clay of the earth shaped the Living Temple.
The breath of God; the cry of pure innocence...brought it to life.
The blood of a Savior "taken in,"
imparted a "lasting" communion,
And the lifeblood flowed through,
And covered the Temple in grace.


Gone is the evidence

Of this earthly life,
But for eternity...in our hearts.
Freed from earthly garments

And the grave,
This earthen vessel
Once lifeless and without form,
Now contains a treasure
a heart and Spirit,
A light...
Shining out of darkness.
Full of power, not of us
But of Heaven and the Kingdom.
Giving knowledge of the glory
Of the One who gave His life...
So that we too, might have it.


"Shall the potter be esteemed as the clay;
For shall the thing made say of him who made it,
'He did not make me'?
Or shall the thing formed say of him who formed it,
'He has no understanding'? "
Isaiah 29:16


But now, O LORD,
You are our Father;
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all we are the work of Your hand.
Isaiah 64:8

Heavenly Father,
Only You could be so well aware of our heart condition...
Over-stressed, wearied, wounded, hard or broken...out of rhythm, overworked or struggling to keep the pace. You have held each and every heart in Your hands and designed it to flow with love and beat to the chorus of heaven.
How easily we take ownership over our hearts; Your creation -- thinking we somehow know best.
If only we might quit guarding our hearts and "let go," we just might see You never have. We just might see the Potter's hands still gently wrapped around the clay, reshaping, remolding, healing and holding...the object of His love, the apple of His eye...for in it He holds the world He so loved that He gave His only Son. Thank You Father, for loving us in a way we will never fully understand until we see You face to face.
In Your Son's Glorious Name,
Amen