Based on Isaiah 45
Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say
to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands? Woe unto him that saith unto his father, What begettest thou?
or to the woman, What hast thou brought forth?
Do you ever stop to question the real reason you’re on earth?
Do you wonder why it is that you were born?
Do you feel you’ve been a failure, and your life has little worth?
Do you view yourself with ridicule and scorn?
Do you look around at others, wishing you could be like them,
When you see the mark in life they seem to make?
Then you gaze into the mirror, and that fellow you condemn;
And you say, “Oh God, You’ve made a grave mistake.”
But remember, God’s the Potter. You are just a lump of clay.
You must never question what He has in mind.
He has formed the earth, the heavens, and the night, as well as day.
He’s created living things of every kind.
Whether you be dull or brilliant--a workman, king, or maid--
Whether you be plain or handsome, short or tall,
It is still the Potter’s doing: He has formed you without aid.
It is God who holds the pattern for us all.
He has made you for a purpose, and He’s called you by your name.
He has formed you by the will of His own hand.
So just look up to your Maker as His greatness you proclaim:
HE’S THE ONLY GOD THERE IS IN ALL THE LAND.
