I FORMED YOU WITH MY HANDS
Stephanie Storey-Morant
One day I strolled into the vineyard
To observe all my creations
As I wandered
I made many mental notations
Since all was very good in sight
I decided, I’d play
So merrily I adventured
To the house of Clay
Inside I possessed clay
A Variety of kinds
It’s the same clay
I used to create mankind
It was there in that dwelling
My creativity stirred
It was in the Potter’s House
Where thoughts of you occurred
It was in the midst of that clay
Where our journey began
It was that wondrous day
Beloved
I formed you with my hands
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Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on January 8, 2007
Stephani this is beautiful and a blessing this moment thank you for this truth of his love.
Blessings,
Joselyn
When two men hit the reset button and decide to go out looking for the good in the world, they not only find it but also a lot more.
P.S. The title is listed on Amazon under Look for Something Good by Robert Drews (not by Robert H. Drews)
In "A Touch of Your Presence" are words that would inspire, encourage and strengthen one's soul when faced with challenges and difficulties and to know the awesomeness of God's power.
Blessings,
Joselyn
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.