Clay molded

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

I am but clay

I am molded by

the Claymaker.

I’m molded by the One who made me.

He knows what He made me for.

He wants to work with me

but still respects that

I have a choice.

He respects that He knows what He made me for.

do I respect what I was made for?

do I honor what I was made for?

Do I honor who I was made for?

Do I care what I was made for?

I want to I try to I care

I want to work with my maker.

I want to be what he wishes me to be.

I want to be what he desires of me.

I want to give him what He desires of me.

He has given me so much. How can I give Him less?

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Process

by ekoileman, posted in poetry, writing

tasks I’m given.

Consistency has been a problem.

I’ve been dragged down in the spirit

and I’ve let myself be that way

because I haven’t let myself be renewed.

I rely on my own strength

the things I know I’m supposed to do,

I fail to do

but I didn’t know better.

I didn’t know how to change

and I’m learning the skill of doing better.

Wobbly first steps

we do not learn to walk in a day

we do not learn to crawl in an hour.

It is a process

and I’ve begun mine