Clay In An Artist's Hands

Like clay in an artist’s hands
I am shaped by small unnoticeable strokes,
Large devastating blows, each simply creating.
Spinning through life, an ever changing shape

Like clay in an artist’s hands
I am in the beginning a lifeless lump
Turned, smoothed and slowly shaped
Into something beautiful and unique

Like clay in an artist’s hands
I am molded by the world around me
Layer by layer like the jagged rocks
Carved by God’s own hands

Like clay in an artist’s hands
Shaped by a power greater than me
For a purpose I cannot comprehend
By an artist’s vision I haven’t yet seen

Like clay in an artist’s hands
I must become soft and pliable
Before I can stand strong and unmoving
A creation of time worth smiling upon