New Living Translation (NLT)
8 And yet, O Lord, you are our Father.
We are the clay, and you are the potter.
We all are formed by your hand.
Are we not more than silhouettes?
Mere shadows of what we should be,
Dancing to the tune of the piper
Wanted nothing more than to be free,
Caught in a perpetual performance
Each day we are called to play the part,
We long to follow our passion,
We long to follow our heart,
Let us add color and perspective,
Let us become our perfect design,
The hand of the master has made us
We are made to a standard divine,
So do not let the world define you,
Do not walk to the beat of its drum,
Hear just how much he loves you,
Then marvel at what you’ll become.
©2018 by William Pierce
We thank You for creating us with a divine purpose. Help us each day to see it and be it.