You are Way Maker.

 You Are My Maker

A Reflection on Psalm 139:13-14 and Isaiah 64:8

You are my Maker—not a distant, clockwork God,

Who wound the world and left it with a nod.

But the Potter's hands, still shaping, still at work,

Who fashioned me from dust and will not shirk.

Your hands shaped me and made me. (Job 10:8)

You are my Maker—You knew me before the dawn,

Before the foundations of the earth were drawn.

You knit me together in my mother's dark,

And placed within my heart a divine spark.

For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:13-14)

You are my Maker—when I feel unformed, undone,

When I question my purpose, when the race seems run,

You are still the Sculptor, the Artist, the Designer of my soul.

Your hands are gentle, Your goal is to make me whole.

So I yield to Your shaping—the chisel, the fire, the clay.

Not to be broken, but to be remade.

For You alone know the pattern, the finished work ahead.

You are my Maker. In Your hands, I have nothing to dread.

Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, You are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand. (Isaiah 64:8)

Amen.