How often we strive to bind
The Sovereign’s sovereign, wise design
As if our finite minds could find
The cause, the reason, the Mind Divine

Our thoughts, like specks in rays so bright,
Appear fleetingly, then take flight,
And dare not assume or dictate
What God has woven in timeless state

The Potter’s work, a sight to behold,
In awe we stand, our hearts unfold
With skills profound,
His potency, echoes resound

We cannot mimic, His wondrous Art,
Each stroke and sculpt, a work of Heart
Approaching with fear, a reverent breeze,
His creations, a mysterium that frees

A sight immense, Tremendum whispers with immense suspense
Engrossed in awe, our senses intense
Let us, in wonder, humbly surrender, and never appall,
Before the eternal Mystery that enthralls us all
Within our Souls, let the secrets enthrall,
For only He decides, defines, and decrees all

The Potter molds the clay just as He Knew,
His chosen purpose, His plan to ensue,
His Grace Divine, His Will forever true,
Though “free will” a facade, a false value

The Potter crafts each piece, every detail,
His foresight perfect, His work doesn’t fail,
His sovereignty reigns, no effort to veil,
“Free will” but a guise, a hollow tale

The Potter’s touch, a masterpiece so rare,
His design deliberate, beyond compare,
His sovereignty woven into the air,
“Free will” but a mask, a subtle snare

The Potter’s artistry, unmatched, supreme,
His divine purpose, a celestial dream,
His sovereignty reigning, supreme
“Free will” but a whisper within the scheme

So let us not be fooled by empty guise,
But marvel at the Potter, truly Wise,
For in His hands, our destinies arise,
“Free will” fading, His sovereignty Will rise

Then let us bow before the King of kings
Who chose for us Eternity
And Trust the hand that freely everything
Ordains for His glory and His decree