(Found this in my journal. I wrote it after finding out that God had closed the door to BalletMag. It was, and continues to be my prayer....Lord transform me into the image of yourself, that I may reflect you...)
You are the Potter
I am but clay
mold me and shape me-
I surrender my ways
to your skilled craftsman's hands
Lord, shape my heart
into your poema, Your work of art
I love this. I wrote something about my struggles in closing doors today too. I keep forgetting that a closed door is one I probably didn't want to go through at all, but only God knew that.
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