We Are Like Poem by Chris Whittle

We are like

We are like dough in the hands of the Lord
He squashes and squeezes
And pushes and teases
Out of the lifeless a life is born
Out of the formless we are all formed

We are clay in the hands of our Maker
He spins us and then wires
Applies glaze and then fires
Out of the earth a person is thrown
Out of the void character is known

We are like water in vessels of grace
He fills up and then draws
And rains down and then pours
Out of desert an oasis grows
Out of wasteland a river now flows

We are seeds in the hands of the Sower
He ploughs soil and then sows
And waters so it grows
Out of glory a grace tree springs up
Bearing the fruit of salvations' cup