By Greta Zwaan
When you see me don’t be alarmed, I’m not a finished project;
A work in making, just begun, no longer known as reject.
Many changes must be made, many plans to alter
Efforts to reclaim the mold are bound to often falter.
Restoration will take time, the work God’s undertaken,
The mighty Master of the clay will not leave me forsaken.
I’m pliable and need to learn, my spirit must be willing,
God will not force His choice on me, He’s lovingly instilling,
New thoughts to form within my heart, ideas that will inspire,
To make me more like His dear Son and give me that desire.
That all my plans fit to His will as each day dawns before me,
I find the guidance in His Word in case sin should allure me.
My safety lies within His love, my heart within His will;
I need to listen to His voice, He’s whispering, “Peace, be still”.