Sunday, September 5, 2010

The Potters Hand

One of the songs we sang in church this morning was "The Potters Hand." I've always really liked this song, but today after our sermon series, it meant a little something more. The chorus goes like this:

Take me, mould me, use me, fill me
I give my life to the Potter's hand
Call me, guide me, lead me, walk beside me
I give my life to the Potter's hand.

This part really spoke to me after our pastor reminded us that no matter what the world may tell us "this is my body and I can do what I want with it, etc." that as Christians this is "not our body." Christ bought us at a price...a very high price and we are His children. I want to live my life in a way that anyone who meets me, sees me, knows me, etc. knows that I am a child of God and He lives in me.


  1. I know that anyone who meets you and takes the time to get to know you even for a minute would know that you are a child of God and that He lives in you. I am so proud of the strong faith you have and that you are proud to talk about. I love you!

  2. This song spoke to me as well, and it wasn't even planned. I mean, I guess it was planned, but not the seamless flow into it.

  3. Hello, I came across your picture of the potter's hands. I am looking for a graphic art for my church's Lady's retreat. Is this picture copywrite?