Lord, I shall never forget,
That day you raised me from that awful pit.
That place I ran to with desperate glee,
Only to realize it was a trap set for me.
The bait smelled sweet and seemed enticing,
All it needed to do was look inviting.
One taste, and downwards I fell,
Stuck deep inside, grasping towards hell.
I was buried like dirt that was ever so dry,
But your spirit surrounded me, and I started to cry.
I couldn’t help but weep where I lay,
As it poured, the more I became as soft clay.
My heart eased up, and the rest of me did follow,
It made that deep pit suddenly seem shallow.
You lifted me up and did so much more,
Through every chain around me, you lovingly tore.
Even though I was a softened mess of a man,
You solidified me and helped me realize that you had a plan.
I was never meant for a pit, buried in despair,
It was the enemy’s devious trap, but nothing you couldn’t repair.
It was a lesson for what I would one day become,
Brilliantly watering me, so that I might blossom.
So that I could teach others that if you follow a lie,
Your life can become brittle, as your heart turns dry.
But even if your life becomes chapped from tasting sin,
Jesus will gladly water you, so you can be born again.
That is the beauty of becoming like the soft clay,
You just add some tears, and let God lead the way.
Receiving His Word, and allowing it to nourish,
Suddenly, everything becomes possible and you begin to flourish.
You become a new creation, molded by the Master’s Hand.
Then when the fire hits you, it makes you firm so you can withstand.
The enemy’s tricks soon lose their appeal,
Old boring games, that become hard to conceal.
You may have clutched at them once, but not anymore,
Instead, a new journey begins, and like an eagle you soar.
No reason to turn back or worry about your past,
Let your spiritual enemies wallow in it, until into the fire and brimstone they are cast.
Just remember to allow God’s Word to continually water your clay heart,
He resides in it, and will never depart.
Jesus is the Potter and we are His clay,
Stay soft to Him, and faithfully allow Him to have His way.
Psalm 40:1-2 To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD;And He inclined to me, And heard my cry. He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, Out of the miry clay,
And set my feet upon a rock, And established my steps.
Jeremiah 18:2-6 “Arise and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause you to hear My words.” Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something at the wheel.And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter; so he made it again into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to make. Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter?” says the LORD. “Look, as the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in My hand, O house of Israel!
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