Consider the clay in the potter’s hand,
stretched and rolled as the artist desires;
so are we in Your hand, our loving Protector.
Look to the covenant, not our imperfection.
Consider the stone in the mason’s hand,
broken or kept whole as the stonecutter sees fit;
so are we in Your hand, Creator of life and death.
Look to the covenant, not our imperfection.
Consider the iron in the welder’s hand,
held to the flame or removed at will;
so are we in Your hand, Provider for the poor and afflicted.
Look to the covenant, not our imperfection.
Consider the helm in the seafarer’s hand,
steering or drifting as the sailor wills it;
so are we in Your hand, our God of goodness and forgiveness.
Look to the covenant, not our imperfection.
Consider the glass in the glazier’s hand,
rounded and melted as the artist desires;
so are we in Your hand, the one who pardons our errors
and our wrongdoing.
Look to the covenant, not our imperfection.
