# Pots
Language: en
Author: by Elizabeth Rust
Original issue: The Heartbeat of The Remnant, Spring 2021, Number 1
Source pages: 34–35
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Original PDF: Spring\-2021\-Remnant\.pdf
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![Hands shaping a clay pot on a potter’s wheel]() ![Continuation of the photograph of hands shaping a clay pot]()
God the Potter is molding me\.
What kind of vessel will I be:
To carry, to store, or for a drink?
A lamp, or a plate, or a kitchen sink?
I’m a little bit shallow, I admit,
For I’m focusing on me quite a bit\.
But here is a thought,
I’m not the only pot\.
About my life
are many others,
A husband, a daughter,
and some brothers\.
The Potter’s hand is on them, too,
Making each of us, something new\.
Another pot gives me a bump,
And now I have a little lump\.
Into another pot I smack,
It seems they now have a crack\.
Back to the Potter’s wheel we go,
Until His likeness, again does show\.
If what I do, and what I say,
Changes the course of other’s clay,
Then with great care, I must behave,
Lest other’s pots become concave\.
Useful pots are God’s desire,
Ones that can withstand the fire\.
It’s not just me, and it’s not just you;
God’s working with other vessels too\.
*by Elizabeth Rust*
*This poem was inspired by the Scripture passage in Jeremiah 18:1\-6\.*
## Magazine citation
- [Hands shaping a clay pot on a potter’s wheel](): Unsplash\.com
- [Continuation of the photograph of hands shaping a clay pot](): Unsplash\.com