CLAY IN HIS HANDS
Will the Master allow me to be an instrument for Him,
Put away all my selfishness, let His goodness win?
Let myself be supple clay in His tender loving hands,
So every little whisper my willing heart understands .
It maybe to stop along a busy, bustling street and say
To someone lonely passing,’isn’t a lovely sunny day’?
Or stand up for the gospel bear a strong testimony
For an instrument in His hands I really want to be.
Say an extra prayer for a soul who has gone astray,
Go and visit them just be a friend care enough to say
That you miss them and need them to help you out,
And I know angels in heaven will give a joyful shout.
If you are being shaped by Jesus’ loving hands you’ll know,
What to do and what to say just everywhere you need to go,
A little voice will whisper and because you are in tune
You will be His instrument, morning, night and noon.
The Master potter, if you bend to His knowing will,
Can make a vessel of great worth and with virtue fill,
Let me be like clay so a true instrument I will ever be
Then worthy of a home in heaven for all eternity.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 16 October 2005