Glory will be exalted as the transformation takes shape,
Preparing for who I have made you to be.
I mold you on the potter’s wheel,
as it turns the cold subtle clay from soft to strong.
It becomes something unrecognizable,
Transformed in a kiln of fire burning-
as bright as the hottest star in the universe.
I wait for the moments when you come to me,
Loving me as I have first Loved you.
You are my greatest creation.
That is why I made you in my image.
To know more completely.
You are my bride who says “I do”
Take up my cross and follow me,
For I am beyond what your mind can comprehend.
I have more wonder-
than the air you breath.
Come let me Transform you.
Jeremiah 18:6 He said, “Can I not do with you, Israel, as this potter does?” declares the Lord. “Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, Israel.
1 Peter 5:6- 7 Humble yourselves, therefore, under Godʼs mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.