Come To The Potter Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Perfection was Jehovah’s plan
Fulfilled when He created man
Till on life’s scene the devil came
Persuading us to acts of shame


If Christ came now to me and you
He’d waste no time to make us new
But as it is we sit and wait
Tomorrow though could be too late


The Gentile time is soon to end
On Jesus Christ we can depend
He knows exactly what to do
He needs no help from me and you


For man to God is just like clay
Allow The Potter have His way
We know in truth we need repair
Open your heart He’s waiting there


The Potter’s hand is safe and sure
The work of Christ will all endure
When love is mixed upon the wheel
He’ll place on man again life’s Seal


Restoring us with robes of white
Deep inside His brilliant Light
We’ll need to pass The Potter’s Flame
Proving flaws beyond reclaim


Through fiery trials when all is done
The Potter hands us to His Son
With Christ our Groom we’ll always stay
Now who’d believe we once was clay?


Through Christ receive with perfect love
A crown of gold for life above
A wedding gown of Liquid Light
Through faith, clay proves The Potter right…