What we start with when the Potter gets hold of us. Have you ever felt like shattered remnants of rejection? Check in here - there's hope for even you.
I think each of us have to pass through the fire to become what the Potter truly wants us to become.
In 2005, we had a house fire. Most of our belongings were burned up, but the family survived ok. I'm still coming out of the trauma from that four years later.
But, dwelling on it one day, I sat down and penned this song. For, as the song relates, there was a time when I considered my life shattered and broken, and God picked up the pieces and made me anew.
What about you? Has the Potter made you anew?
Broken Pieces, hard and useless, cast out into the street
Shattered remnants of rejection, trodden under the feet
Came the Potter, saw the pieces lying broken, alone
Loving Fingers took the pieces, carried all of them home
Ground to powder, soaked in water, left to soften all day.
He took all my Broken Pieces
And now I am Clay.
Come soften me! Come soften me!
Oh, Abba, Father,
Come soften me!
Loving Fingers took the clay lump, placed it down on a wheel
Turned and shaped and slowly molded,
Yielded now to His Will
Now a vessel, made for Honor, from the Master's own Hand
For some future holy purpose Clay could not understand.
Come and Mold me! Come and Mold me!
Oh, Abba, Father,
Come and Mold me!
Covered with a glaze of wonder, righteous robes fit for a King
Placed inside a fiery furnace, in the flames for hardening
Not until I pass through fire, by the Potter's Will refined
Can I show the transformation that the Potter's hand designed
Through the Fire!
Through the Fire!
Oh, Abba, Father,
Take me through the Fire!
Now a thing of matchless beauty, shining bright in the sun
Broken Pieces, long forgotten, in this new life begun
Painful process, fading quickly, in the joy that will come
When I hold a cup of water for the Potter's only Son.
Come and Fill Me! Come and Fill Me!
Oh, Abba, Father,
Come and Fill Me!