CLAY

Like a piece of raw clay,

        He holds me in His hands

smooths

shapes

softens the edges just so

        He works purposely by adding just the right amount of 

pressure 

squeezing

constriction

needed to refine His artwork

 I

spin

turn

dip 

twist

until I can barely catch my breath

finally

yielding

to

His 

expert touch

succumbing 

to the 

hands

 of the Master

intricately sculptured

delicately molded

wonderfully made

a work in progress

I am a piece of clay

*all photos courtesy of google images