Lord, mold my life so You can use it
to bless someone this day,
For You, dear Lord, are the potter
and I am but the clay.
Open my eyes to the needs of others,
looking on with a heart of love.
Cause my ears to be willing listeners
both to others and You above.
Help my mouth to become an instrument
for sowing words of peace.
Use my hands to do Your service.
Let Your guidance never cease.
Lord, fill this yielded vessel
with power You alone can send.
Grant me strength and courage and wisdom
so I can do as You intend.
Lord, let me be the means by which
You touch someone this day.
Let my life reflect all that You are
in each and every way.
"not I, but Christ"
" I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live,
yet not I, but Christ liveth in me,
and the life which I now live in the flesh,
I live by the faith of the Son of God,
who loved me, and gave Himself for me."
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Lord, You know the needs of each person visiting this site. I pray, Father, that You will bless each one in ways they never dreamed possible so that there is no doubt as to where the blessings come from. Let each one be blessed and become a blessing to others, also. I ask You to help each of us become yielded vessels that You can work through to reach out to a lost and hurting world. Help us to see with our hearts the needs and hurts of others around us. Let our hands become Your hands used to serve and comfort others. Your hands were that of a servant, Lord, help us to always remember that... You are above all, yet You came to serve not be served. Lord, I can't help but think that each time the clay, which represents my life, is placed in Your mighty hands, it is moistened with Your tears and mixed with droplets of the blood that flowed so freely from the nailprints of Your hands. Is it any wonder then that each time You pick us up to mold us, we are just a little closer to being the vessel You can work through to touch the hearts of those around us. Help us become what You would have us to be, Father, so that the message of Your great love and saving grace can be spread throughout the earth. Thank You so much for caring enough not to give up on us, Lord. All glory, honor and praise to the Master Potter of our lives. In the precious, holy name of Christ Jesus we pray. Amen and Amen.
Hi Friend ~ the joy of the Lord to YOU !
This poem is my prayer. For years I had spent my Christian life just going through the motions. There was no burning desire to get any closer to the Lord than I already was. At one point, I was about as far away as you could get from the Lord without totally backsliding. We had not been attending the church we were going to at that time as we should and it was time for a change. We prayed about it and when it was finally time to move on, the Lord led us to a small church in a nearby town. And I do mean literally led us to it. We had already talked about churches of our denomination in our area but none seemed right. I was thumbing through the phone book looking when one listed in there just stood out.. nothing special about the listing.. but I felt that was where we should visit that night. As it turned out, it was in a town about fifteen minutes from us, was a different denomination than what we had been attending, and we really weren't even sure where it was located or what we'd find when we got there. When we finally found it, we went inside... there was maybe twenty people there.. tops. We had just left a church of 800 so it was really, really small to us. The people were friendly though and made you feel welcomed. The night we visited there was the pastor's first night preaching there.. the church was struggling to stay afloat with barely enough money to cover utilities and just pay the interest on the mortgage.. forget paying the pastor or paying the normal mortgage payment. But we knew we had found our new home. I rededicated my life to the Lord, and He has been gracious with me. After more than fifteen wasted years of just going to church because you should and living my life as I did, again because I should, I found myself for the first time really desiring as much of the Lord as He would let me experience. I wanted that close, personal relationship with my Lord. Ever since then, it has been a constant growing process. And I will be the first to admit, I have had to learn some of the lessons He wants me to learn the hard way.. but He has never failed me, He has never given up on me, and I know that as long as I have that desire in my soul to keep growing in Him and continue to let myself decrease so that He can increase in my life.. He will. We stayed at this church for a number of years and we grew so much while we were there. We has since moved on but I thank the Lord for all the ways He works in our lives and for how He constantly guides and directs every aspect of our lives so that His perfect plan for us will be accomplished.
Be blessed in HIM and remember.... JESUS NEVER FAILS !
Love in Christ,
"not I, but Christ"
Last updated June 2009