You are the potter and I am the clay
Ever hear the song:
Change my heart Oh G*d. make it ever true.
Change my heart Oh G*d. May I be like you.
You are the potter, and I am the clay.
Mold me and make me this is what I pray.
Change my heart Oh, G*d. make it ever true.
Change my heart Oh, G*d. May I be like you.
Well with that song in mind let me tell you my story.
I was driving a Tractor (yeah one of them there farm thingys) and I was singing the above song. As I got to the verse speaking of the clay I thought. G*d sometimes a pot doesn't come out right. You are G*d and you don't mess up. He replied to me, "You are right." Immediately I thought of my sin. Our sin dries out the clay causing it to crack and become disfigured. When we repent HE comes and takes fresh clay fixes what we messed up.