by Eliza van der Merwe
Let Your will be done in my life Lord, the way You see fit.
You are The Potter, I-the clay.
Mold and form me according to Your will, destiny, and plan for my life.
I know it will be a masterpiece.
Trusting in You!
My Hope is in You!
Upon You I am waiting.
Humbly and quiet.
Woe to the one who quarrels with his Maker– An earthenware vessel among the vessels of earth! Will the clay say to the potter, ‘What are you doing?’ Or the thing you are making say, ‘He has no hands’? Isaiah 45:9