In the Potter’s hands

A while ago, I had a hand to hold,

God told me to fold my hands instead.


I depended on my degrees,

God told me that they were worth nothing.


I trusted my family to be there for me,

God told me, “OK, but you have to trust me more.”


I thought I needed friends to stand by me,

But God showed me that I could stand alone.


I believed in the wisdom of books,

God showed me that there was only one book which spoke the truth.


I believed in productivity, hard work and discipline,

God taught me that all my efforts amounted to nothing.


I thought I had become a reasonably good human being,

But God said, “No, my dear, I am not finished with you yet.”


And then I read this hymn, It said:


Oh, the bitter pain and sorrow, That a time could ever be,

When I proudly said to Jesus, “All of self, and none of Thee.”
 Yet He found me; I beheld Him Bleeding on th’ accursed tree,

And my wistful heart said faintly, “Some of self, and some of Thee.”
Day by day His tender mercy, Healing, helping, full and free,

Brought me lower while I whispered, “Less of self, and more of Thee.”


Higher than the highest heaven, Deeper than the deepest sea,

Lord, Thy love at last has conquered: “None of self, and all of Thee.”

None of Self and All of Thee by Theodore Monod


Photo credit:



This entry was posted in Christianity, life style, love, Philosophy, thoughts, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s