The Unique Christ - II (Poem) - The Song of the Clay

II

The Song of the Clay

Through Him and for Him,

To Him and from Him,

My Maker, My End:

I was there on the ground,

Alienated, isolated, blasted by the wind all around;

Up to myself,

Stranded, corroded, drifted into earth’s sinking ground.

He took me,

Gently,

He lifted me,

Softly,

He cleansed me,

Patiently,

He placed me on the rock.

He took me to His Potter’s Wheel,

And whirled me round and round.

Oh, the whirling, I would have fainted,

Were it not for His gentle hands around me!

Oh, the turnings, I would’ve been thrown off,

Were it not for His guiding hands that ground me!

His fingers shaped gently my hollow inside,

Pushing, molding, forcing, with love,

While His other hand kept caressing me outside,

Stroking, holding, smoothing, with patience.

I swirled here and I swirled there,

Yet, was still in His hands – they were always there!

He formed my lips, and smoothened my face,

Then He stopped the wheel – but, wasn’t yet through with grace…

He took me off, and placed me in the sun.

He left me!

I was so afraid.

The hot winds beat and burnt my face.

Then, He came and took me,

I felt solace in His shade.

But, then He placed me in a fiery furnace.

He left me again!

The flames engulfed me

And drained me of my moisture;

They beat on me with fury,

But, I retained my composure –

For, I knew He’d come back,

Though I couldn’t see Him anywhere around,

The One who picked me wouldn’t abandon me on the ground.

So, He came, Yes, He came

When the fire had run out of rage;

He came, He picked me;

And I saw a smile on His face.

He took me in and poured into me His Water,

I was so amazed –

I could hold Water for use in this sturdy shape.

I looked at my Maker, and now I knew

That only He deserved all the praise!

My lips pour out:

Through Him and for Him,

To Him and from Him,

My Maker, My End.

The Unique Christ - I: The Song of the Lamb