Find Me On The Potter's Wheel

My earnest prayer to You,

Is that You find me on the Potter’s wheel.

So why do I complain when my world is spinning fast?

When Your thumb is firmly pressed?

When my walls are caving in?

I am, but a lump of clay,

Void of use without Your grace.

Help me know Your hand today.

Mold me, make me, and never rest,

So I will know Your faithfulness.

-Joy Lynn