I hate whatever I’ve become
I hate whatever I’ve become
When moulded by another power than love
Whatever power it be.
Fear, lust, self-centredness,
Envy, pride, ignorance
Or any other force
That twists me out of shape
And mars my vessel in the Potter’s hands.
His hands of Love alone
Empowered by the wisdom
Of a Father’s caring eyes
Can mould my life aright
And make me fit for purpose,
Fit for use within His house
Within His world.
Frank Westall 18/3/2011