The Work Of Your Hands
(Isaiah 64:8)
by Rhonda McGuire
You Oh Lord are my Heavenly
Father.
I am the clay, You are the Master Potter.
So shape my life, my will,
my heart.
For You—and Your glory.
For I am the work of Your hands Oh Lord.
Created
in Christ Jesus.
Your gentle hands, and
loving touch—
Is what I long for…
Every moment—every day…
You Oh Lord are my Heavenly
Father.
I am the clay, You are the Master Potter.
I yield my life, my will,
my heart.
For You—and Your glory.
For I am the work of Your hands Oh Lord.
Created
in Christ Jesus.
Your gentle hands, and
loving touch—
Is what I long for…
Every moment—every day…
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
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