My Advice

Ever noticed how it's so easy to give advice yet so hard to follow it?
To simply spit the words out, but so difficult to swallow it

I don't have all the answers but I still continue to learn
The fire of ignorance is rampant--I keep pouring water-- I refuse to just let it burn

I've lived long enough to know, next to God, I don't know too much
But I do know man can't remain unchanged underneath the Potter's touch

I am the clay and He's the molder, shaping me with Grace not underneath strict laws
And loving me completely despite my many flaws

The wheel brings such pain, yet on it, I find healing
Only there do I learn all the times I hit the floor will only help me reach my ceiling

A work in progress to be expected . . . yes this much is certain
But God does His best work, when all is quiet, as He molds us behind the curtain

So I'll keep passing on what I know as I run this race called life
And pray my words bring hope and wisdom more than they bring pain or strife

If there is one piece of advice I could give it would be not to chase the wind
But to let the Potter shape you only after you make the Potter your Friend.

JMB