In the Potter's hands...

Asking for a fish but receiving a fish net was indeed a pain,
But hrs of patient learning were leading to yrs of gain…
Everything I sought for, demanded my straining,
I ain’t much moulded if not for such a training…

I’m in the potter’s hand, he at his best,
I'm not a keyed toy, no not just a pup…

Clay with the potter undergoes the worst,

Just to become a Royal designed cup…

If I'm to be thankful for anything,
I would strive to be so for every little thing…

...cuz No father gives a Snake for a Fish,
nor Stone for a hunger that longs for a bread...
Abide in the heavenly dad who grants our wish,
till the last drop of Blood did my Savior shed...