AT REST IN HIS HANDS

by JOYCE ANDERSON
(JONESBORO, ARK.)

WHEN ALL OF LIFE IS BUT BROKEN DREAMS
AND THINGS ARE SHATTERED SO IT SEEMS
I KNOW HE IS THE POTTER, AND I BUT CLAY
HIS PROMISES SPEAK OF A NEW DAY

I WAIT UPON HIS POTTER'S WHEEL
"PEACE" HE WHISPERS, "CHILD BE STILL"
HIS GENTLE HANDS BEGIN TO FORM
FROM THINGS THAT SEEM SO VERY TORN

I YIELD TO HIS SWEET GENTLE HANDS
LISTENING TO HIS LOVING COMMANDS
A WORK THAT ONLY HE CAN DO
HE BEGINS TO MAKE SOMETHING NEW

AS I GIVE TO HIM ALL MY STRIFE
HE SHAPES THE PIECES OF MY LIFE
I SEE NEW THINGS START TO UNFOLD
AS ALL MY LIFE HE BEGIINS TO MOLD

MY OLD LIFE WILL NEVER COMPARE
TO THE VESSEL HE'S CREATING THERE
AS HIS GENTLE HANDS ARE MOLDING ME
THERE ARE NEW THINGS I BEGAN TO SEE

I DO NOT REACT BY WHAT I FEEL
BUT CHOOSE TO STAY UPON HIS WHEEL
WHEN WILL THIS VESSEL BE COMPLETE?
IN HIS HANDS WORKING SO DISCRETE

I TRUST COMPLETELY IN HIS CARE
KNOWING THAT NOTHING WILL COMPARE
TO THE WORK THAT ONLY HE CAN DO
I KNOW HE IS MAKING SOMETHING NEW

BROKEN PIECES TAKE ON NEW FORM
AS TO HIS WILL I DO CONFORM
A VESSEL OF BEAUTY HE TRULY CAN SEE
AS HE MAKES A BRAND NEW ME

SO ON THE POTTER'S WHEEL I WILL REST
KNOWING THE POTTER TRULY KNOWS BEST
WHEN HE HAS FINISHED HIS WORK ON ME
A VESSEL OF HONOUR I TRULY WIIL BE