The Work Of His Hand ~

Does the character create and write his own story?

Does the clay say to the potter, “I want to be like this.”?

Dose the flower say to the Creator, “I want to be a daisy”?

Would the Creator allow the character to write his own story?

Would He allow the clay and the flower tell Him what they want to be?

Can I tell the Creator what I what to be or what I want to do?

Would He allow me to fall and leave me there?

Will He pick me up and help me the rest of the way?

When I stumble will I be left alone?

Will He come back and take my hand?

My Creator will pick me up when I fall.

He will take my hand when I stumble.

I don’t have to tell Him what I want to be

Because He created me exactly in His image.

I am the work of His Hand

He chose me to be His child.

He has chosen to write my story.

He has chosen to mold me and shape me into His creation.

He has chosen the flower to adorn His tables.

I am the work of His hand.

What would I be if He had not chosen me as His own?

How would I live my life if He was not the Author?

I would not be one of the sheep of His pasture.

I would not be able to partake in His feast.

I am the work of His hand.

I have a love that will never leave me.

I have a peace that will never subside.

I have a joy that will never fade.

I am the work of His hand.