Mortal Clay to Potters Stay

He Paid, Not Owing, Our Bride Price; ‘Redemption, before Acceptance’
(We must Accept and Repent)

Mortal Clay to Potters Stay
By Arley Steinhour 052117

Logic or Sin, goes its Eternal Way,
Logic or Sin, can Ruin one’s Day,
Logic or Sin, convicts, Holding Sway,
Logic or Sin, Condemns, When we ‘Play.’

Logic or Sin, is a heart/mind, as Lump of Clay,
Malleable, and Changeable, to Potters Sway,
When, Shape of Thought, is Changed in a Way,
Tempering Heat Locks, ‘Mortal Clay to Potters Stay.’

In this Mortal Life, We’re as a lump of Clay,
Easy to Sin, unless Logic, can Save the Day,
Sin has a Beautiful Face, and often has Sway,
Logic, may seem droll, When Sin begins to Play.

Souls loving mortality, have become Misshapen Clay,
Unless the Mind can find its Logic; up to their Last Day,
That ‘Day,’ when soul graduates, by ‘Deaths Say,’
Ending any chance of Repentance, as Hell-Flames-Play.

Mortal Sin, will come to pass, corrupting the shape of Clay,
Into a form not fit for God, and is broken to Shards that Day;
But, any-and-all, who use Logic, may ‘Call,’ to Hear God Say,
‘Come-Up-to-Me, and be what I created, so that We Can Play.’

Mortality, dear enemy and friend, is the time we’re ‘Mortal Clay,’
Experiencing, Good, and Evil, to Gain ‘Salvation for Mortal Day,’
But if Sin-life, deludes your mind, I haven’t much more to Say,
Except, we’ll miss you, down in Hell; as we and Jesus, PLAY.

Repent your heart to Jesus, while it’s still ‘Malleable Clay,’
Accept Him as ‘God the Son, Emanuel,’ to ‘Save Eternal Day,’
Lift up your Arms, be on your knees, and ‘Let God hear you Say,’
‘I’m Yours, forever; Help me Please, With Only YOU, I Pray to Stay.’

AMEN