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The molding hurts so very much,
As He shapes us to His form.
The chisel feels so very rough,
And the fire is so warm.
But He must make us purified,
To be a vessel He can use,
And take away what He knows best,
And not what we may choose.
It seems to take forever,
'Til He has a perfect mold.
But when His work is finished,
Then we'll shine forth as gold.
God only molds what He can use,
And He uses only what will stand.
So rejoice if you're on His potter's wheel,
And you're feeling His potter's hand.
- Noreen Lewis
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