Just a pen in His hand,
Being used now and then
To spread the message of His precious love.
Just a little lump of clay,
Being molded day by day
Into the image of His righteous Son.
Just some metal in the fire,
Being refined as He desires;
Trusting as He takes me through the trials.
Just a trembling little lamb
In the loving Shepherd's hands;
Rejoicing in my Savior's love.
©1991 J M McIntosh
Know that the LORD is God. It is he who made us,
and we are his; we are his people, the sheep of his
pasture. (Psalm 100:3)
