The Clay – Isaiah 64:8

I, a lump of clay! The Lord, Creator, Potter!
God kneaded me and placed me on this wheel, the spinning planet earth.
I was content to be just me.
But now the Potter wants me, needs me, crushes me, rewets, rekneads my clay.
On the wheel, a new form grows.
Not so, the way the Potter works.
He only whispers of functions that He has in mind for me.
This clay, when pushed in here, will move out there,
Searching, seeking, until I find the function this new form demands.
We are the day, and You are the Potter We are all the work of Your hand.