Scripture from today's Mass
Yet, O LORD, you are our father;
we are the clay and you the potter:
we are all the work of your hands.
Like clay in your warm moist hands, O God,
shape me, form me, make of me
the person you desire me to be...
Turn me on the wheel of my life's
sorrows and joys
and smooth my rough places...
Touch me and let your warm fingerprints
mark me as your own...
Let me be as clay in your hands
for you know better than I
the person you created and call me to be...
As God shaped Jesus in Mary's womb
so are we shaped in the cradle of God's hands...
How might God be shaping, forming,
healing, recreating me in this Advent time?
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