The potter's wheel turns, He places His hands on the clay
One wrong move will ruin it, destroy it's beauty in an instant
But the skill of the potter is great and beauty takes shape
He enhances its beauty with colour from His brush
With gentle hands He lifts it, and places it in the window for all to see
It's beauty captures their eye; they come in and request it
Tenderly He picks it up and wraps it gently
He tells them how to care for it, and keep it safe
They nod and shake their head but do not listen
The beautiful creation is handled roughly
Chips come and cracks form in the clay.
With beauty destroyed and usefulness gone
The shattered vessel is thrown away without any thought
The potter longing for His creation gathers the pieces from the floor
With tears in His eyes He repairs it...fitting the pieces carefully into place
Onlookers whisper to each other, declaring him mad for trying
He patiently continues ignoring all as He sees the beauty within the shattered pieces
When He lifts the mended piece everyone gasps at it's magnificent beauty
They argue and push; each desiring to be the owner of such a piece.
He waves His hand and turns them away, for the piece is no longer for sale.
It belongs to the potter, and He will use it with the care that's required for such a piece
One wrong move will ruin it, destroy it's beauty in an instant
But the skill of the potter is great and beauty takes shape
He enhances its beauty with colour from His brush
With gentle hands He lifts it, and places it in the window for all to see
It's beauty captures their eye; they come in and request it
Tenderly He picks it up and wraps it gently
He tells them how to care for it, and keep it safe
They nod and shake their head but do not listen
The beautiful creation is handled roughly
Chips come and cracks form in the clay.
With beauty destroyed and usefulness gone
The shattered vessel is thrown away without any thought
The potter longing for His creation gathers the pieces from the floor
With tears in His eyes He repairs it...fitting the pieces carefully into place
Onlookers whisper to each other, declaring him mad for trying
He patiently continues ignoring all as He sees the beauty within the shattered pieces
When He lifts the mended piece everyone gasps at it's magnificent beauty
They argue and push; each desiring to be the owner of such a piece.
He waves His hand and turns them away, for the piece is no longer for sale.
It belongs to the potter, and He will use it with the care that's required for such a piece
