An answer to prayer –
Not what I dreamed of
Not what I hoped for
But wrapped in love
Your answer came
With a clear reminder
That You, the Potter
Do what You wish with the
clay
I was certain you were
molding me one way
Only to find I was wrong
That of which I was so
certain
Vaporized in a moment
But you did not leave me
empty
Gently and with so much
comfort
You assured me
That Your ways are far
above mine
And convincingly You
reminded me
That You are able
To do abundantly more
Than all I could ask
Or even imagine
So yes, with sadness
And some wondering
I will thank You
For this answer to my
prayer
And with anticipation
I choose to look ahead
To discover what You are
creating
Of me, the clay
Make me soft and pliable
Easily yielding to Your
hand
So fervently working
So lovingly molding
Give me peace
Knowing I can trust
The artistry of such a
Sculptor
As You
I will not pretend to
understand
When I really don't
But will trust what I know
to be true of You
Oh, who am I to question
My maker, my molder
The One who answers my
prayers?
Diane Carver Mann 1996
