Finished and Fragile

Twisting, rolling, cutting, shaping,
This clay now begins to bake,
I reach my hardening point,
Waiting for the potter to take,

Me out and admire His creation,
Very glazed and pretty I stand,
Now finished and fragile,
The potter takes me by His hand.

Welcome to this world I have created,
Sin has come to destroy it all,
But I will always be with you,
And catch you when you fall.

Therefore, keep the faith, my child,
A mustard seed can move a mountain,
Because you chose a relationship with Me,
You will drink the living water from My fountain.