But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.
God is forever our Father, holding us, shaping us, molding us into the children He wants us to be, by His divine, unconditional love. We do not create ourselves. We are clay in the Potter’s hands. God does all the creating, shaping and sculpting. Remain soft and pliable for the Potter to mold you into His beautiful, beloved creation!