I am the Potter, Thou art the Clay

Over the years, I’ve noticed worship songs have changed. When I was younger, we sang the more traditional hymns—like “How Great Thou Art,” “Amazing Grace,” and “It Is Well With My Soul.”  

Recently a church member told me she stopped going to her church because she didn’t like the music. They only played those loud new songs, she said. I didn’t tell her, but I’ve discovered I can worship the Lord no matter the style of worship. We attend a church whose worship band plays mostly contemporary songs. Sure, it’s different, but the worship leader, the band members, and the singers all love and praise the Lord with genuine hearts. Through their leadership, so do I.

But—I must make a confession. I wish the worship team would play the old hymn that says: 

Have Thine own way Lord,
Have Thine own way,
Thou art the potter I am the clay,
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting yielded and still

The words speak to me in unbelievable ways. 

Have Thine own way Lord, Have Thine own way,
Search me and try me Master today,
Whiter than snow Lord wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.

I am merely a misshapen lump of gray clay. But He is the potter. He is the Creator. He can make something beautiful out of what He creates.

The best part is God doesn’t expect us to do anything except yield to Him. Halleluiah.  

So, whether you love to worship with all the contemporary songs, or the old timey hymns, or a combination of both, we all need to be ready to hop on the potter’s wheel and allow Him to refine us.

“But now, O Lord, You are our Father, we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8

Dear Lord, thank you for the opportunity to worship You in song. Continue to reshape our hearts according to Your divine will. Amen.